straight//gaze by miscellaneous owl

Reading the shapes that your lips make and parsing them into words
Bending the boundaries of friendship to fit the shape of your curves
Jenny, I'm unbearably light and I'm losing my sight when I look into your face
Jenny, am I beginning some ending, am I crossing or bending a line that once was straight?
Straight?
Straight?
Straight?
Oh, Jenny

How can I tell what you feel?
Mind reading's not real

So do I read your lips or between written lines or the warmth that I find in your gaze?
Your gaze?
Your gaze?
Oh, Jenny

Trees are all dark silhouettes when we sit on your steps in the dusk
You speak and a bright tourniquet grips my heart with the force of its crush
Jenny, you talk of boys in days gone by--were there girls in your bygones? I feel too shy to say:
Jenny, what should I think when your nails are so short but your hair is so long and straight?
Straight?
Straight?
Oh, Jenny

How do you feel about me?
How can I know what you see?
In the lens of your eye, am I platonic or could I be ideal in your gentle gaze?
Your gaze?
Your gaze?
Oh, Jenny

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