Our hands holding under the table,
The back hug when you taking me home,
While our friends are around,
Was the most exciting yet nervous feeling,
I felt in my entire life,
Because I'm afraid they might asked us if we're officially on?
Where the truth is we're only friends.
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Love of Roses [Poetry & Prose]
PoezjaRoses are the flowers of Love; You are a rose That blooms on sunrise, And fell in sunset. Roses are the poems of love; You are the words I wrote, The rythmns of letters, For I am yours, And you are mine.
F.R.I.E.N.D.S
Our hands holding under the table,
The back hug when you taking me home,
While our friends are around,
Was the most exciting yet nervous feeling,
I felt in my entire life,
Because I'm afraid they might asked us if we're officially on?
Where the truth is we're only friends.