When shall I see your face again
Or taste your crooked smile?
When shall I gaze in your hazel eyes
And drown in them for awhile?

There's something about you,
I'm not sure what.
But when you're not here,
My soul just feels cut.

When shall I breathe in your scent again
Or hold you in my arms?
When shall our story finally begin?
Perhaps when we're over past harms.

We both want to move on,
But we just can't let go,
So we cling to each other;
Claim we're taking it slow

Will we admit that we're more than friends?
Or will this end
Before it begins?