The Magic 8 Ball

Hanging upside down off the edge of the couch
You're on the floor, twisting my hair
Sends shivers down my spine
You tell joke
I laugh

Magic Eight ball held promise this night
Simple fun
My realizing game
You ask a question, and so do I
Little did we know
Our questions were bound together

I won't tell
Neither will you
We argue for hours
That's nothing new

Tag you're it!
I nearly fall down your voice rings
"You cant catch me."
I made a deal
So did you

If I catch you
I will tell you
You will tell me
What we asked the Eight Ball
What made us go weak in the knees

Ah Ha!
I did it.
You are down for the count.
Silly boy.
I caught you, and I have the bruise to prove it.

Sitting on the couch you and I.
This moment is electric.
My head is on your shoulder, and our hands are warm together.
Blowing in my face you tickle my nose with mint.
We become closer.

The brush of lips we barely touched.
Our revealed questions aren't new.
It should be a crime for us to do that much.

Because the morning comes, and the sun rises.
We go back to our living device.
Both with knowing in our eyes.
Dry mouths we turn around and walk away.

I am taken by him.
You are taken by her.
Both good people we don't deserve.
How could we have the nerve?

Truth became of that night.
A truth we haven't soon forgot.

The Magic Eight Ball knew all.
Does he love me? I asked a simple question.
Does she love me? He asked a simple question.
Both met with the same blinding ittle white letters.
It simply said yes.