• Hannah Flowers

i wish that i could say

i never looked at you that way,

but that would simply be a lie.

you, dropping little hints

and me, pretending to wince,

not to know the colour of your eye.

at the table, dressed in paisley

afternoon sun falling lazily,

those sensations i'd had, amplified.

hair resting on your cheek,

it looked cozy enough to sleep,

and i felt things i'd never confide.

the dreams i've had since then

in the daytime never end,

fingers crossed they seep into night.

i'm afraid to call it love

for it knows not what it does,

i'd set myself ablaze to give you light.


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