You've told me many times before
that we're nothing but "just-friends" anymore
But I dreamt of you last night,
and it was the sweetest thing I've ever seen.
We were running from someone,
arm in arm.
He was after you, your beauty, your virtue, your love,
but you couldn't surrender it,
not to him anyway.
And so there I was, just a friend.
But I loved you anyway and there we were.
He called out to you and we ducked under an outcropping,
thick in the fog.
We were pressed against each other,
keeping from his sight,
trying our hardest to stay quiet.
And I could feel your heart beating so close to mine
that your "just-friend" just had to do something about it.
Softly, on your lips I kissed you,
knowing full well that I shouldn't have.
But you kissed back and for five brief seconds
I was in bliss.
But it was all just an impossible dream.
I woke up and could still feel your lips on mine,
and it broke my heart when I realized
my dream might never come true.