I can feel your eyes peirceing mine.
Reading my face like a book,
leaned in so close,
I try to study yours as well.

But I can not read you!
With us sitting here alone,
your face so close to mine.
Fighting the urge to kiss you
overwhelms my mind.

You get painfully close...
Inches away from me.
Speaking softly of things
to make my heart melt.
My stomach is in knots
as you look away.
Leaveing me brethless
without a signal touch.

I desire you
To know you
Every last piece
To be the arms you run to
The lips you long for
I want to kiss you
Bite you
Tease you
And leave you begging for more

Ask anyone,
They have never seen me
Without bangs and a jacket

The bangs hide my face
So I don't have to face the world

They're not in style,
But I'm not in style,
So it's okay

I wear a jacket everyday
Even when I dress up
My arms are weak and scarred,
It's best to hide them

Both are insecurities,
I always get teased for them,
But I need them
To hide

I am far to insecure
To lose the safety
Of my bangs and jackets

I know that you are
Just teasing,
And I will smile
And laugh,
And pretend it doesn't hurt

But honestly,
It feels as though
You just stabbed my heart
With an ice cold
Dagger

So even though you are
Just teasing
And I will smile and laugh,
I want you to know that
Maintaining that smile
Gets harder each day.

So if you continue to tease,
I give you fair warning,
Soon there may be
Nobody to tease.

Don't tease me
You think I'm easy?
Was I the only one trying work this out?
I'm sick of you
Goodbye

You are the fisherman and I am the trout
You cast out sweet compliments as bait
I swim around as temptation grows stronger
I take the bait and it's wonderful for a short time

Soon to find out you were just leading me on
Then stab me, when I thought you were being kind
The pain grows stronger as I try to swim away from you

You reel in my soul and collect another heart
In the end, you were the player who won the game.

im torn between
reliving the old crush
the wandering eyes
smart remarks
knowing you want me
and yet feeding into it

putting on the right jeans
walking in the room
knowing that you're alone
and you want all of me
it's innocent teasing

but this is old
i was merely five
the remarks began
buying my food
i was claimed by you
screamed you loved me
everyone knew

yet you never make a move
my sister catches your eyes
tight shirt with a small waist
your lustful eyes glimpse
i want you to touch me
and you're coming more strong
you've waiting eleven years
can you not take the teasing?

Our souls were
        Heavy with

        Silence, on the night we parted.
        At least, they were to our ringing ears.
        Yet everyone could hear it but us, it seems.
        
        That sad melody of our hopes and our fears,
        Heard from miles and years
        Away... of sad romances and softly whispered dreams
        That our hearts told us could never be... They were right, it seems.

        You won't remember my face.
        Only echoes of my skin; like a portrait
        Under a portrait, painted over in every empty space
        ...
        Like so many failed paintings;
        Like so many failed...

        My hands won't even allow me to write.
        Isn't that
        Sick?So... Don't ask me to write any more. I won't ask you to
        Sing

        More. I'll write no further
        Eulogies for our failed sonata. Here's the coda. There's the door.
        ????   Isn't it funny? That we couldn't hear that sound before?
We were singing such beautiful songs, but they were
      Melodies that the singers couldn't hear. Isn't that the definition of ironic?
      And... Though I couldn't hear our last symphony, I would
      Dare say that could my ears have divined that melody...
      Every note had to be perfect. As if the composer of that song had designed it

To be sung in a duet....