More Than A Friend
(a golden oldie from grade school... but still has some truth in it.)
With every little touch,
I wonder if it means more.
Than what a friendship’s for.
When we talk away the hours,
Is there more you convey,
Than the words you say?
I want to be more than a friend,
I want to be your everything,
But to you I don’t mean a thing.
If only I could forget,
If only you loved me,
Then this pain would not be.
Alone with your thoughts,
And all is quiet throughout,
Is it me you think about?
I try not to stay too long,
I try not to lead myself on,
Or see things that don’t belong.
I want to be more than a friend,
I want to be your everything,
But to you I don’t mean a thing.
If only I could forget,
If only you loved me,
Then this pain would not be.
"The weakest soul, knowing its own weakness, and believing this truth that strength can only be developed by effort and practice, will, thus believing, at once begin to exert itself, and, adding effort to effort, patience to patience, and strength to strength, will never cease to develop, and will at last grow divinely strong."
- James Allen