Friends with walls
When you are at a party,
Your eyes are friends with the walls,
Why did you even come,
You look beautiful when you look at the ground.
I speak to you and your eyes speak to me,
Like someone locked behind watery orbs of glass,
Dying to get out.
I hold your words on my tongue, trying to hide the beautiful things from the rest of the world.
We are both strangers in the sense of things.
You hug me. I hug back.
You didn't have to say another single thing. I know everything I need to know about you by the way you hug me tight, barely knowing me, but you trust me.
I let you go slowly, and the walls you were once friends with; your escape from talking, decided to wave goodbye.
We didn't talk much before I hugged you, but your eyes spoke a million words.