If I stopped flashing you that surreptitious smile of mine
that you say you hate, but I know you love
If I stopped twirling around you and decided to stand too close to you
and you'll say I'm being silly, but I know you'd like to pull me closer
And what if I plucked up the courage and kissed you; like I've wanted too for so long
and then you'll probably feign inner conflict before drawing me closer for our first real kiss
These things I know, but there are some things I don't know
Would I'd be no different from the women before me
Would you see me differently than from before
If I told you how I felt would it truly be requited
If I gave you my heart would you break it?
I'll ruminate over these questions in my head as you give me a low-key grin
in the middle of a meeting in which Rufus is explaining something very important
but neither of us know what the devil he is talking about
we are intent on sending secrete messages to one another across the table
Rufus clears his throat; we are caught but our smiles only grow broader
and then I wonder...
If I stopped flashing you that surreptitious smile of mine...
Well, it seems is slackassing and is screwing up the format of this poem. As soon as they get their asses in gear and fix this annoying problem I will correct this atrociously formatted mess into the way it's supposed to be. Patience and tolerance till then.
Dedicated to the insane individuals that dwell deep within the dark caverns of what is known as Viva La Reefie.