The Friend Zone
I do not ever dare lie next to him,
Unsure of the events to soon follow.
My feelings, I am sure, are of pure whim,
My heart for him is nothing but hollow.
Yet he makes me genuinely smile,
And my laughter derives from purest joys.
Not having known him for a long while,
He still knows me more than most other boys.
Then why do I pull back when he is near?
Why can’t I picture us together?
My judgments overtaken by this fear,
Am I doomed to feel this forever?
I listen to my head and not my heart:
“Better to be romantically apart!”