Laughing, kissing, cuddling, and sleeping.
Good times are plentiful, secrets keeping.
Thoughts unspoken, feelings unsaid.
Tips of the tongue are where words lie dead.
Tips of his fingers stroke gently through her hair.
To him a meaningful gesture, showing that he cares.
Never knowing how she feels, leaving uncertainty in the air.
It’s unfair and misleading because through time feelings grow.
His feelings on the table, hers she will never show.
He's fragile and unsteady, like an egg ready to break.
She's ominous as the night, like a stranger in a cape.
Day after day spent in wondering, is it all just a game.
Like a kid chasing a dollar tied to a string
oblivious to what’s on the other end, what’s he expecting?
Gold at the end of a rainbow, highly unlikely.
More like a dog at the end of a leash, ready to bite thee.
As if it’s Christmas and the kid really gets a bike.
Maybe he’ll get lucky, if he plays his cards right
It’s a disease eating at him, a question left unanswered.
Why even carry on with this embarrassing charade
Is the game already lost
If not then why the impending feeling of checkmate.
Nothing left to do but surrender, she’s got him in a corner.
Time passes through the day as he thinks about her constantly
While cursing profusely, how did I let her get to me.
I promised myself I wouldn’t
I’ve grown so attached, damn well knowing I shouldn’t.
The cheese is on the cracker, the cracker on a trap
He fell for the bait, just waiting to hear the snap.