Sat on a red, old couch,
us two, drinking from
steaming hot chocolates,
one leg over another,
mocking characters from
films, attempting to look
another way, stealing
glimpses at ready lips,
Pretending hearts aren't
jumping out of chests,
pretending cheeks haven't
grown aflame, snuggling
closer, breathing them in,
exhaling nervously,
If only he knew,
he was the focus of my
daydreams.
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Ambivalent
PoetryEvanescent were my thoughts, Until the sight of you became manifested in my daydreams, And I find myself ambivalent~ thinking unrequited love renders me unwilling to let go, but knowing, with miserable rumination, that the heart only heals when...
