Different Thoughts

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Staring at him,

Knowing that the friendship has lasted,

Foe days which turned to months which turned to years

 

Yet this time the sight of him,

Seems so different,

His lips,

They look so kissable

 

His arms,

The muscles,

The cubes when he’s shirtless,

Who wouldn’t like to touch them romantically

 

Maybe a move closer,

Or maybe a topic that would bring him closer,

Unable to stare at his eyes,

Because of what’s going on in your mind

 

You want him close,

You want to have a taste of his lips,

You want to hear him breath against you

 

Then your remember,

That you are just friends,

And smile back to reality

 

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