Hey you
I think you are growing on me
Just like a color
Grows on a room
I’m not saying
I love you
But I am saying
You’re kinda cute
(In a goofy sorta way)
I’m not saying
I want something more
I am quite happy
With what I have already
I am saying, however,
That even though we’re
Not meant to be
Or meant for each other
I kinda like you
In a guy friend sorta way
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
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