we are not just friends, we are not lovers, we dance on the tight line, the dangerous in-between.
when will you realize that we have gone too far ? why wouldn't you admit that you holding my hand isn't just for your search of warmth ?
sometimes I see you looking at her but then you feel my gaze on you and automatically look at me.
we are friends who talk every second like lovers why wouldn't you realize ?
sometimes I like to imagine that you finally are able to love me enough to come for me. how tight do we need to be pressed against each other for you to realize that I am not ordinary ?
I want you. you want me. what is stopping us ?
how unfair that our souls are closer than our bodies will ever be
