Warm Mornings and Cold Nights

It’s funny, because it’s cold outside and you are burning up.

It’s weird, because I didn’t expect to end up lying so close to you at three in the morning.

Who would have expected it?

You were always the quiet boy:

You rarely talked and never disturbed anyone.

You flowed on your own wave of life.

I didn’t mind.

I only wanted to know you.

So I do.

It’s funny, because your cheek is laying on mine.

It’s weird, because it gives me butterflies.

You’re falling asleep, but I’m wide awake, wondering if you’ve ever done the same.

Your hand is close to mine but I don’t dare be brave.

Your face is inches from mine but I’m too scared to take a stand.

It’s funny, because we’ve only been friends for a month or two.

It’s weird, because I’m falling for you.

I want to stay here, but I know this won’t last forever.

It never does.

You stir, and those lazy eyes focus on me.

I don’t move, because I feel like you’ve caught me thinking about you.

I shouldn’t be ashamed, but I feel as if you wouldn’t approve.

It’s funny, because I secretly hope you want me to think about you.

It’s weird, because I do. 

Reviews

i loved the emotion. it was so beatiful. your word choice was amazing. i cant wait to read more.