We all have a way of showing it
But hers are still a mystery to me
Is it when she says I love you?
Or when I am ignored?
Is it when I hold her hand?
Or when she pushes me away?
Is it when we talk for hours?
Or merely glances at each other?
Is it when she lets me hold her hand?
Or when she spits venom at me?
We all have a way of showing it
And slowly I’m unraveling hers |
