drabble: There's a drumming song inside my head
Every time Brittany speaks, Santana shakes.
She fears what she might say,
or worse, what she might do,
when she feels like kissing her senseless.
So she clenches her fists tight
and keeps her thoughts a secret.
Every time Brittany speaks, she hopes.
She wants Santana to say something,
or better, to do something extraordinary,
like kiss her. So she waits
with her eager heart pounding fast,
thinking maybe there’s a small chance.
Deep down, they share one longing:
Santana wishes she were brave enough
and Brittany wishes she were right.
But they don’t know it yet,
that they both want the same:
a tender kiss, their hopeful wish.
She fears what she might say,
or worse, what she might do,
when she feels like kissing her senseless.
So she clenches her fists tight
and keeps her thoughts a secret.
Every time Brittany speaks, she hopes.
She wants Santana to say something,
or better, to do something extraordinary,
like kiss her. So she waits
with her eager heart pounding fast,
thinking maybe there’s a small chance.
Deep down, they share one longing:
Santana wishes she were brave enough
and Brittany wishes she were right.
But they don’t know it yet,
that they both want the same:
a tender kiss, their hopeful wish.