The way you raise your eyebrows
And widen your eyes
And stretch your smile
The times you squeeze my hand
Though softly with love
The way you tangle your hands into my arms
The way you wrap your arms
Around my shoulders like I belong there
But never as you own it
But because you admire it
The way you caress my skin
The way you tuck my hair into my ears
Or maybe just play with it soothingly
The way you look in my eyes I little longer
The way rub my hands sometimes
When they're into your hands
The way you leave tickles on my stomachs
The way you wrap your fingers into my fingers
The way you see through my false smiles
The way you hear through my silenced words
The way you call me as your friend
But maybe the way I want you
Is sometimes more like a lover in the end
-shay
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