risque.

i wouldn't say i love you
but i don't know where in my heart you stand
i could tell you how you look in my dreams
when you hold my hand
when we lounge in bed, naked
but it's all so fake, it's all just dreams.
as i listen to you gush about your boyfriend
as i read your blog knowing
i'll never be the 'you' you're talking to.
as we stay just friends
all i'll ever have are dreams.