Something

There's an air of something more between us.
Electricity with no clouds in the sky.
You can go on telling yourself lies.
That we're just friends,
and you're being nice.
But you're not this way with everyone.
I've got more evidence than a smoking gun.
Our eyes drink each other in.
Do you give the others that silly grin?

What happened to the back and forth barrage,
of midnight words unspoken?
How long will this mirror be broken?
There are feelings caught in dead air.
Every time you leave me with that stare,
and half-hearted voice that screams,
Confess.
But why must I confess to mutually held thoughts,
if you feel something, 
isn't it your duty to answer?
The call of opportunity.

So we let the phone ring,
cause we both know what should happen,
and why it can't.
Which makes me admire you even more. 

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