Your big hands never held mine the way I wanted them to.
Your big hands never looked so beautiful before.
Your big hands fumble with a pencil during class, and I wonder why they weren’t as careful with me.
I kissed that wide mouth.
I kissed that wide mouth in front of the main entrance, in the secret little park, in my bed and in yours.
That wide mouth never spoke what I wanted to hear, or what I needed.
That wide mouth lied.
That wide mouth never really kissed me back.
Your hidden eyes couldn’t hide from the sunshine that day after school.
Your hidden eyes literally sparkled.
Your hidden eyes hooked me in, but I won’t ever blame them.
Your hidden eyes have retreated now, but I don’t have to see them to know that they’re still blue,
and they still sparkle.
Your hidden eyes see through me and leave no comment.
Your hidden eyes, far too sweet to injure,
And suddenly I found myself in pieces with only me to blame.
Your hidden eyes hide themselves from me
But my eyes aren’t searching for yours