More than a drizzle...

I just want to sit and watch the rain with you,
Just stroke that silk chocolate you call hair.
We wouldn't even talk, just let the rain talk for us.
Wish I could just sit next to you
And know we'd always be together,
Knowing that the dark clouds would never be what our undoing looked like.
Oh, that this would not be a fantasy,
That this would last...or at least begin.
For I fight in my mind and remember that these are just wishes.
For your smile draws,
Like an empty stomach to its nourishment.
Your infectious laugh is all I need.
I wish to wish you the best,
But it is so hard when I know all the rest.
For we are but friends and perhaps always will be.


(Just something I wrote in senior year.  I added punctuation when I wrote it on here.)