If
we
were
opportunity
You would be here
with fingers
tracing my face
and me stroking
your hair
I wanted you 
A while ago
My body told me
yes
But I said no 
and pushed away
afraid
Eyes glassy
Misled by darkness
I just want to
hold you soon
Don't mean to
disappoint you with
indecisive silence
I'm an artist and
I'm sensitive about
some s***
You are so
creative and
I love how it
inspires me
Dreaming of hands
painting abstractly
lullabies sung to me
Displaying each lyric's
beauty on top of me
making a sea of colors
for the world to see
Maybe this is too 
deep and too early
Especially if these 
thoughts are only
mine echoed in rhymes
and not felt intensely 
by its intended target
I just want to make sure
that you never forget
words unspoken in eyes and
the taste of calm in laughter
after we are simply 
no longer
at ease