I'll watch them Appreciate them from afar To tell them my feelings Would be ridiculous Because I am not in love I probably never will be
I'll watch them Their blue grey hair Their blue green eyes I might got lost When they're locked on mine But I know full well And I keep it to myself That it doesn't mean a thing
I'll watch them The painting behind my eyes The first thing I see The last before I fall asleep at night Fondly sketched Tattooed into my spine But nothing here is permanent And they'll die after a while
I'll watch them Take in the scent Of every breath I'll sit quietly Unmindfully While the earth continues to turn While their hair grows out While I become stone
I've made my decision. I'm not going to make any moves. Being with them is more than enough. I want more, of course I do, but it's not something I'm ever going to get. Their eyes are enough. Our silly jokes and long gazes are enough. Our friendship is enough. They are enough.