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| [Introduction]
There's something romantic in the way they look at each other, but it ends there. Why? What's stopping them from going further? |
All those nights in bed I lay Tossing and turning every which way With thoughts of you and unable to sleep Until I wrote down things I had to say In a little green journal I keep Which you'll never read, but that's okay. It doesn’t matter that you’ll never see The thoughts I carry deep inside of me. How I long to run my fingers in your hair, Or how your laughter remains in my mind. When I look at you I can’t help but stare I have feelings for you I never thought I’d find. Despite soul-stirring desires I am feeling Which upon seeing you always send me reeling, My excitement is substituted by friendly nod Without danger of any accidental revealing. Thus like a heretic yet faithful to his god Do I daily strive to maintain this facade. But locking it away leaves me thinking Of the loneliness in which I am sinking. Having this secret is difficult to keep And my thoughts are dismally drinking, The fact you control my ability to sleep. I feel my hope continuously shrinking. My heart is scraped across a cheese grater As I try to act naturally around you daily, Effecting my aloof, friendly attitude gaily With acting so poor I'm barely a second-rater. I'm in love with my friend but cannot date her, So I drown my heartache in shots of Bailey's. We share a connection that is rare, Openly talking for hours on end. If only you’d accept the love I wish to send, Into your ocean filled eyes I’d forever stare, Then you could undertand just how much I care. When I’m near you, it’s getting harder to pretend. I do my best in social circumstances Not to press you with my unwanted claim, Because I sense you don't feel the same Or at least don't respond to my glances, So I feign interest in women at dances And keep my behavior around you tame. How was I supposed to know You might have feelings in return, And soon enough I began to learn What risk it might be to let it show If our friendship took a downward turn How high we'd fall from this plateau. If you're not destined to be called mine Then I'll try to be your partner in crime, Subtly keeping you at my fingertips With indulgent holdings of your hips, Even though the entire aching time I'm hoping to one day kiss your lips. In my dreams I touch you in intimate places nestling myself between all the open spaces. My lips caress every part of your sweet skin taking you to heights that you've never been. But dreaming of you only temporarily replaces Facing a dilemma I don't think I can win. There are so many ways I fantasize Of being with you with closer ties. But there's the worry that if we start, All too soon we would have to part, When I must go tend to foreign skies And distance surely stay our hearts. Gazing across the sun shower rays, I will be thinking for endless days Wondering if had I made a mistake With all the chances we didn’t take. The longer the thought of you stays, The more I feel myself start to break. What my heart feels in its deep song Is more serious than a passing thing, So I won't approach you with a fling Or invite you to chase after me along By dangling my affections on a string. You are too good; that would be wrong. I can vividly recall Our lips once coming close - Everything around us froze. Slowly, I began to fall. From my tip of my toes, Into you I began to crawl. Once, I nearly bridged the distance That night we stayed up way too late When wine and starlight lent their weight Bearing down hard on my resistance. Only my sense of friendship's insistence Restrained my rising passionate state. Someday soon you will be going, But if I make my intentions clear Would you realize I need you here? My feelings just keep on growing While there's not a way of knowing If there's a chance you'll stay near. © Copyright 2004 Jian~Ashen, Lexi Ashen Married John Ashen, (known as GROUP). All rights reserved. GROUP has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and its syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work. |