are you supposed to be this lovely
more lovely than before
you remembered how we start this
just as you walked out the door
turn around to meet me
half way in the hall
a hesitantial lip lock
the perfect time to stall
cuped my cheek like old times
your eyes were just so strong
after all this time I never thought
it'd feel so good to be so wrong
simplicity was the theme tonight
simple words, shared glances
knowing it was the time to be wrong
no second chances
moments that meant so much
a fantasy of making love
left with a simple brush of your touch
a shared smirk
forced sarcasm
speaking without thinking
and once again realizing reality
knowing how hard we worked to
gain a common morality
and as the story ended
we knew we were befriended
and we couldn't help but loathe
a friendship that had sold
every chance of meeting again
down the waterfall of our eyes
Beautiful