You looked tired today Soft and sleepy, like a little boy I wanted to have your head in my lap To run my fingers through your hair Soft against smooth Warmth against warmth But I felt too much like a little girl With blushing cheeks Shy and unsure of what I want So I hung back, afraid Offered you a cup of coffee Lectured you about an early night And stayed in the safety Of being just a friend Always, just your friend.