I delicately form a cocoon,
with my arms,
around your body.
Is it because you're sad?
I gently rake your hair,
with my fingers,
so I can see your face.
Is it because you're sick?
I form a roguish grin,
with my mouth,
when you try to hide.
Is it because you're self-conscious?
I hold on to your waist,
with my hand,
until you're used to my touch.
Is it because you're passive?
No, it isn't anything like that,
and it never will be.
2 comments:
from the title of this poem i thought the ending would be "No, it's because I love you." Do the last two sentences mean that the person thinks they will never have any of this?
I wonder O_o
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