and i tried to think of a way to say what i really felt

he kind of looked at me, said i was funny

i tried to push emotions from my heart

and he did - well, he did too, i suppose

but his and mine did not match
 
 

sometimes at night, sometimes at other times

i will catch a soft look on his face

and i will want to match mine to his

and make my features soft, and perhaps close my lips
 
 
 

if i even wanted more

i'm sure i could just ask
 

i'm sure if i even wanted

he would say so too
 
 
 
 
 
 

oak trees <  > in the bedroom

poetic ^