Dusty Love

I didn't see her today, but to her, it doesn't matter,
Cause being best friends, Is the closest I'll get to having her,

It sucks being in love with someone so ideal..
It's so surreal, most like a dream.

She has another,
one like a brother,
to me it might seem.

Funny thing,
I'm in love too,
But who I have,
isn't even close to you.

And being in love with you now, is how my friendship fell apart,
for taking someones heart,
from their rightful owner.

So I'll stay here, and keep on dreaming,
Most like always, since the beginning.

And I'll love you with an intangible love that is more than love itself,
And deep inside, I'll be dusting my heart that's waiting on my shelf,

Just For You