What it s all about

(to one good person)

If I could only understand
The way I feel… You are my friend.
I mean you were… or meant to be
No more than just a friend for me.

Yes, I remember it too well:
“The friendship, it is not to sell” -
You said. And it seemed to be right.
And we kept moving side by side.

It seemed to be what we both need:
You never censured what I did,
I never asked you questions why,
You let me keep my own mind.

Sometimes we used to take offence
But we let us be ourselves.
And I was happy to forgive
While you got just what I could give.

You changed your mind and left girlfriends
But our friendship still remained
And we still kept on differenr waves,
In different shoes, on different shelves.

But sometimes I kept eye on you
And noticed you’re a bit untrue -
It seemed like you’re tired of these rules…
And such thoughts made me feel confused.

And I began to ask myself
What you were hiding in your shell…
Did you the same disunderstand
What happened to the closest friends..?

I looked at you and realised
That I adore your caring eyes,
That when I know you’re here, so strong,
I feel secure like I’m at home…

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You see I tried to tell it – No,
Tried to deny it or ignore,
Tried to be fair and hide my fears
But couldn’t help my jealousy.

The worst thing is that I don’t know
If it’s just on my mind or not…
I’m lost in guesses, might-have-been’s…
And maybe I should let you be…

Who knows what love will bring to us?
Sweet-talks, security, new lies?
Maybe we’ll soon be overdosed…
But our friendship will be lost!

…I feel! It’s high time to decide!
But I can not make up my mind…
If you can see me all through out
Then tell me what it’s all about…



April, 2004