Are we friends?
Are we lovers?
Our designation still hovers
In the air that we both breathe
In the clouds we look upon
But we live on
Without clarifying the question
Without taking the next step
Like we are caught in a spider web
What will happen?
What are we waiting for?
I'm thirsty for more
Signs are all I need
Signs that don't mislead
to see if we are friends
If we are lovers
Our designation still hovers
YOU ARE READING
What are we?
PoetryA poem about not knowing if you are in the friedzone or in a relationship.
