I'm not sure my love was real,
That it was the idea of love drawing me in.
It was never genuine or real,
Never personal but always intense.
I have meant things with my heart,
Let people take me for granted.
But never was my love,
Real for just one person,
As it was meant for you.
Not romantic or lust filled,
But pure and warm.
A silence that says it all,
A thousand words understood with one look,
Or just one touch on the arm.
All the lips against mine,
Have never meant much to me.
Living in the moment is not love,
I do not miss those moments.
I wish to have saved myself,
Maybe I can be redeemed.
I await a thing so sweet,
Such as the kiss from you.
It's not a longing that I want it,
Just a hope that it is.
To love someone so genuinely and innocently,
That is the purpose of our lives here.
Love is an overrated topic,
Way too easily written about.
But is it really love that we see?
Is it not lust disguised as love,
So easily understood and interpreted for ourselves?
You forget when you are young,
Your first love stays with you,
Always.
Not lust or longing,
Purely the innocence of an unbroken heart.
I've been broken and you have too,
But I have not broken you and you have not broken me.
A friend so dear to my heart,
You truly are someone that I love.
I can't say this to you,
But I know that you know this.
Think of your first kiss,
The kiss that made you wonder,
Is that all their is to this life?
One single kiss to leave me,
Wondering how to live my life?
Then think of me,
Think of your dear friend.
Remember that I do love you,
Truly and innocently.
Remember that I am yours,
Forever.