more than a friend

the door is closed but you still make the time 

you drop lots of hints but won't speak your mind 

the ceiling fan hums as around it does spin 

we're back where we started...back where we began 

you sing a cappella and I pick up the tune 

but the moment is lost and it's over too soon 

we pick different partners and hit the dance floor 

we've minutes to play and I'm keeping the score 

I want more than friends--someone to stick around

the smile on your face gets replaced by a frown 

you'll dance in the dark but not in the light of day 

I put words in your mouth that you'll never say 

you'd walk a mile to see just how far I'll go 

never asking the questions that most want to know 

we run the long race but neither one of us wins 

we stepped over the line between lovers and friends

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License