Are we...us?

Antoinette

When my imagination begins to paint, 

His face is not the first to taint

My mind. Oh, but the restraint 

His eyes have upon my quaint 

ability to create. I'd acquaint 

Myself with the hansom saint 

And drown in the puddles then feint 

My way out. 

 

When my body begins to flow, 

His thrusts are not the first to blow

in and out. Oh, but the glow 

on his face: thinking about my show 

of affection. And although 

A part of me wants to know, 

I'd never search. 

 

I've had my pick in a man or two

Because they're all better than you 

Are made to be. I don't want a clue, 

Or a suggestion, or a new 

found feeling between us both. It's true.

I just want to live on without who

I think you might be to me. If we...

were an us. 

 

We're not though. 

You're you and I'm me and that's all

We've ever been. 

You're my best friend, 

I'm sorry to even be thinking about this. 

 

  • Author: Antoinette (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 26th, 2017 06:50
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • willyweed

    we were crazy nut teens 50 yrs ago too! love is strange we find love where it is if it feels good do it?
    or not ? good luck WW

  • Goldfinch60

    Best friends do not necessarily make the best lovers but they can be as important.

  • Tris Eaton

    That was so joyful and then it was so sad, but I loved it none the less. Very nice



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