Figures.

Figures; Friends Or Lovers?

Black roses climb the grey stone walls,

The lush green trees dance in the wind,

Two figures watching the sun as it falls,

 

Chamomile hangs in the midsummer air,

The small cottage stands alone and proud,

The two figures are without a care,

 

The sun slides away, leaving only the night,

A sky full of silver stars and a full moon,

The two figures lay and wait for dawn's light.

 

Counting stars and telling stories to the other,

Sharing secrets and laughing at jokes,

The two figures aren't acting like lovers.

 

The beach invites them to go take a dip,

Come here, swim and have fun in the sea,

The two figures decide to take a trip,

 

They run to the beach, hand in hand,

The clear waves lap at the beach softly, 

The figures sit in the pure white sand,

 

The waves come and lap at their feet,

The figures talk about everything again,

Slowly the waves reach their seat,

 

Screaming as the waves soak them through,

They could be in love, they could be friends

It's all about your point of view.