Letter to You.
by Lyn
Couldn’t help but wanting to know the feel of your lips against mine So I keep my hands in my pocket and look straight forward In the garage Your bare chest spotted with motor oil captures my attention Alluring as it is, I look away. Everything about you. The very thought of you Makes my heart take the beat of a drum Afraid to tell you. Afraid of a response. I pretend everything is normal. No, I don’t get butterflies at the very sight of you. No, the image of your lips curling into a smile doesn’t take my breathe away No, I don’t love you. |