Have you ever met someone
And been so tongue-tied you could barely speak?
Like You felt like you were finally complete,
And all you could do was talk to yourself in whispers?
That's how I felt when I met you.
I couldn't stop staring at your pink lips.
I wanted to touch them so badly.
Maybe even with my own.
But then you started talking about all the other girls you liked.
I was green with envy,
But I knew I could only be seen as a friend.
I decided, I would be the best friend you could ever ask for.
You still wake up to my messages
And respond to everything I do.
And I can't help but wonder if I'll ever feel the same warmth
When I hug you again.
