I wrote this way back in Junior high for my first valentine girl as valentine day gift wanted to do it in a different way aside the normal traditions of buying gifts.
Every day we act as though we are just good friends.
It is though we are seeing through a different lens.
But I wish we could be more.
Because crying makes me feel poor.
Poor of love, as though nobody loves me.
If you look it isn’t that hard to see.
Can’t we be more than just good friends?
Can’t we look through the same lens?
Can you picture us together?
Can I be the certain her?
The her you’re always talking about.
The one you say you can’t live without.
I know what I ask is a little much.
I just want us to be able to touch.
Hold each other and never let go.
But if I ask will the answer be no?
Either way I have to take a chance.
May our hearts have one dance?