I think about the beauty of the people,
the expressions on their faces,
their smiles,
I think of the silly jokes one makes,
in the short talks that I wish were deep,
I think about loving everyone and not hurting anyone,
I think of the reciprocated and the unreciprocated
I think of the pines darkened by the early night,
I think of her gaze lost in vague thoughts
while mine is lost in her mouth.
I think of what’s in your life, what makes you happy
I think of when you cry
but most of all I think about how much you’re silent.
The person I made this for told me it was cheesy. Indeed, it is.