Paper & Ink |#Wattys2016|

Friends

Perhaps it is me, perhaps it is you,

Who was first to break the lines in a fragile two,

Yet, we are still friends, and an itty bit more,

A little bit deeper than ever before,

I have spent all my nights, dazzled by your stars

And I've never seen such beauty akin to your scars,

I have tried to fool myself with empty, bitter lies

But darling it was no good, drowning in your eyes,

It was in the little jitters, in the hushed kind of sighs,

In the stifled butterflies, where we tried to hide,

I know that 'just friends' is what's right for us,

Just let all these feelings be swept off by dust,

But I know that it is not just a magic trick,

How only I can make your heart beat quick,

But the time's not ours and our souls still young,

And the dark fear of falling gets caught in our tongues,

For I have learned there's no need to rush this good love,

For when it's meant it will be, it's written from above,

So as long as we fly, as long as I live,

I have faith you will find me, there is nothing to heave,

Someday would be seamless, for our souls to become one,

But for now what is perfect, is to taste all the fun

Love is too erratic for our tranquil bays

So let's keep it to 'just friends' 'til maybe one day