• More than a friend

    I've told you this before,
    I know I swore.
    I just hope you know I have no fear,
    I'm in love with you dear,
    Always, worse when you're near.

    I know you're my friend,
    But I'm just playing pretend.
    I want to be more,
    And it's becoming a sore,
    For I know this down to my core.

    I'm worried about what to do now,
    Cos I don't know how much you will allow.
    I could tell you so many things,
    If you would only give me wings,
    Can't you see you control my strings?

    I want to be yours Hun,
    Who knows, this could be fun.
    Will you allow me to get close?
    Or will you just call me gross?
    I wish I could tell you what I want most.

    Being near is enough for now,
    So I'll take a bow.
    Because you close to me,
    It may not make me glee,
    But I think I'll be here so you might see.