by Shreya

When I strum the guitar; I wish you could hear,
I write only about you; no one else, I swear.
Boy you cut me to the core;
and its only you; I adore.
I can’t breathe when you come closer;
‘cuz you are more than a friend, less than a lover.

I donno why I fall for you every time?
me a jerk and you a sublime.
I know you ain’t after me;
my heart is the only place you’d rather be.
All day long your thoughts hover;
‘cuz you are more than a friend, less than a lover.

You gimme butterflies every time I see you come;
your every touch makes me go so numb.
Now people call me crazy,
and all your thoughts make me go dizzy.
I have kept all these feelings under cover;
‘cuz you are more than a friend, less than a lover.

I go into pieces whenever you try me swerve;
even a single girl around you gets me on my nerve.
You are on my mind 24×7,
and it makes me feel like heaven.
I want you to be mine forever;
‘cuz you are more than a friend, less than a lover.

©Shreya 2011

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