Friday, November 11, 2016

Fingertips of Our Souls


our eyes meet,
the fingertips of our souls brushing.
but our soul-fingers never intertwine,
because we're both too scared to hang on.
and so we dance, but it's not a slow dance.
it's more of an unsure dance.
where we accidentally touch arms,
and look at each other in shock.
and i laugh because you're everything.
and you laugh because it's awkward.
and you aren't used to being awkward,
but i am and so i roll with it.
and you make a face that tries to cover up
how much you care.
but you forget that i can read you
like the back of my hand, love.
and you may be a good actor,
but you'll never fake me out ;)

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