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unrequited love
a. scott

The way your eyes can whisper
novellas about your life
you'd think I would understand

The way you nibble your lip
and how it screams about your
desires, you'd think I'd catch on

The way you say my name
in heavy reverant tones
you'd think I'd start to listen

The way you stare so
unprotectedly
unworried that I'll see
that someday I'd look back

The way you burrow in
to all my dreams
you'd hope I'd start to think

Or at least I know I would
if I were in your shoes