I thought you liked me
As a friend
And nothing more
Which killed me.
But I liked you
As so much more.
As more than a friend.
As that guy
Who would tie my shoes
And open my doors
And kiss my forehead.
As that guy who
Texts first in the morning
And last at night.
I loved you.
And now I know,
You will open my doors
And tie my shoes
And kiss my forehead.
And text me all day,
Not just in the morning
Or night.
Because you don't like me as a friend.
You like me as so much more.
And that gives me life.
Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 6:33 PM UTC
I thought you liked me
As a friend
And nothing more
Which killed me.
But I liked you
As so much more.
As more than a friend.
As that guy
Who would tie my shoes
And open my doors
And kiss my forehead.
As that guy who
Texts first in the morning
And last at night.
I loved you.
And now I know,
You will open my doors
And tie my shoes
And kiss my forehead.
And text me all day,
Not just in the morning
Or night.
Because you don't like me as a friend.
You like me as so much more.
And that gives me life.
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