Please

Please, can't you say it?

I'm tired of guessing.

Why skip around the truth

Rather than outright admitting it?

We dance like fireflies

Flying around

Not hitting the mark

But making a dent

Making a sound.

Please just say what we're thinking

Please, I beg you.

I promise we feel the same way.

I promise I won't judge you.

QueenBee

VT

14 years old

More by QueenBee

  • Festival

    Long day

    past where morning sun shines and into the dark huskiness of night

    fluorescent lights beating down 

    then flickering off

    a fanfare

    a reflection

    a redemption

  • Instincts

    Some things are just instinct

    like when I just ran to you

    as soon as I saw you

    and hugged you for -

    oh yeah -

    the first time

    very very platonic of course

    you're my big brother.

  • Flying solo

    Your solo is like sun shining through the clouds in my heart

    it's like a platonic ballad

    it's like you are playing

    through first loves

    and forbidden loves

    and grass in the summer

    and crunchy chips