Sweet Nothings
Our friendship consists
Of little sweet nothings
A shoulder brush
A teasing glance
That shouldn’t make
My heartbeat
Rush
Our little sweet nothings
That mean so much
A little wink
A secret smile
To say I hate you
Would be
Denial
Little sweet nothings
I suppose only means
That our pure little nothings
Are nothing more than they seem
But oh how I dream
Of that day when you see
That all our sweet nothings
Were sweet somethings
To me
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