I once liked this guy
A tall, playful guy.
He did not know who I really was
Because all he knew was I am his friend's friend and my name
I invest him attentions
A snippet of his presence would complete my day
I would feel a connection
But that connection was too vague
Our eyes met
Our hearts didn't
The timing was fine
But us, two, weren't
Maybe we were
Maybe we're not
Who knew? When I never once made a step
When I wanted to commit
What if I was his business but I came too late?
Maybe God heard me but I'm to scared to play the game.
But what if I got the guts?
Would that make any difference?
