He touched me,
With his eyes
Going deep down
Searching my heart
With those red-blue wires.
His hand on my cheeks
My eyes on his lips
Trying to get
What he is saying
He pokes
And I fall
He holds
Laughs at me
We fight
He wins
With my smile
We fell all around
The room
From the bed
To the floor
To the wall
My hands in his hands
My eyes running around
Not to make eye contact
Or
Not lose control
Driving him crazy
But not upto anything
Pulling my hair clip
He smiles
Bad habit he whispers
Again we fight and roll
All around the room
Tickling each other
Having fun
We are just friends...
