what is it about you?

Is it your hands on my skin
I want to give in?

Is it your gentle kiss
I already started to miss?

Is it our deep conversations late at night
that i can not get out of  my sight?

Is it the laughter we had
that now make me sad?

Or your complicated mind
that makes you one of a kind?

I hope with time passing by
I will stop to try.

Am I mistaking friendship for affection
because I am  concealing the rejection?