To Chris: for making my life confusing, and torturing me for 2 years without mercy; giving me inspiration to write. I owe you.

Confused

Lips touched,
Lips tasted,
But that kiss,
Might have been a kiss wasted,
I can't read his mind,
I don’t know what he's feeling,
Don't know if his stomach
Was also reeling.
Hands met,
And hands held,
But I don't know,
If two souls can so easily weld.
Words said,
But were they meant?
"I love you"
Is a phrase that can be bent.
Eyes met,
A look shared,
Couldn't tell from that look,
If he really cared.
Promises made,
"Things won't ever get strange,"
Both hoping that our friendship,
Will never change.

that was awesome!

i can never make things rhyme like that!

*decides to invest in a rhyming dictionary* <_<