we sit here quietly, like we always do
knowing we both feel the same way
so we stare away instead.
there’s so many people around us
that don’t even know we exist
yet all i see is you.
i glance at you from the corner of my eye
but you’re already glancing back.
and i know you feel it too.
there’s a warmth that i can’t explain
there’s something special when we lock eyes
something no one else sees.
the steam rises from our coffees
and i’m reminded of how simple
life is with you around.
but love isn’t always a saviour
sometimes it is an enemy instead
when it isn’t allowed to fly free.
because that’s what this feeling is
it’s the feeling of being trapped
like lonely, caged birds.
and some things aren’t meant to last
but even sadder still
are the things that can’t even begin.
so i guess that’s what we are
destined to expire
like our coffee growing cold.
it’s hard to admit but perhaps
some things are better left unsaid
and buried with a lie.
like a flower trimmed before it blooms
love isn’t always easy
especially with you.