It's Complicated
I love his personality
the way he makes me smile
the color of his eyes
and the feel of his lips against mine
It's complicated
We're difficult
I don't know what to do
He has all the right words
when I have none
my hand fits with his
and my skin is on fire
It's complicated
We're difficult
He's not sure what to do
He says he desn't want to hurt me
but it hurts already
He says it wont end well
it never does
It's complicated
We're difficult
It's a bad idea
So, Why do we keep doing this
to ourselves?
the way he makes me smile
the color of his eyes
and the feel of his lips against mine
It's complicated
We're difficult
I don't know what to do
He has all the right words
when I have none
my hand fits with his
and my skin is on fire
It's complicated
We're difficult
He's not sure what to do
He says he desn't want to hurt me
but it hurts already
He says it wont end well
it never does
It's complicated
We're difficult
It's a bad idea
So, Why do we keep doing this
to ourselves?
♠ ♠ ♠
Well what I was trying to explain is this guy who I've gotten close to a few times, and he's sweet and stuff but we're not dating. That hasn't stopped us from kissing and holding hands and stuff but neither of us seem to know what to do about it. I hope you like the poem