Our gazes meet. Your toffee eyes gleam in the low light.
I've waited for this moment—the moment when you confess
your affections for me. I've waited for you to initiate what we
both desire. But I've waited for two years, and all we can
manage is a long stare across the room. Neither of us wishes
to make the first move. We remain "what could have been"
and not "what is." Perhaps we were happy together in
another life; it's for the best.
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Beautiful Little Thoughts
CerpenMostly poems, but a few thoughts I wanted to write down. :) NOTE: My free time is limited, but I'll do my best to add a few poems every so often.
