Precious thing 
I long for nothing more 
Than to be your friend 
But I am not good 
As you are 
For I think 
Where I should feel 
And I am not 
Innocent 
As you would think 
For I try 
To turn your head 
And I never stop 
And I see you happy 
And I wish you well 
But in my wish 
Is my invitation 
To a different dream 
And I wonder 
If I care for you at all 
Not to leave you alone 
Where you are 
Content 
And I long for nothing more 
Than to be your friend
But if you accept my gift 
You will ruin it 
And I will not give you 
What I promised 
Because 
I can’t 
But I will always 
Offer 
And I will always 
Deny it 
Because I have a most convenient 
Guise 
Of friendship 
Should you slip 
I should slay you 
Like all the others 
And still I rain 
And say "walk my way" 
Because I adore 
Where I have no right 
But I ask you to become 
Worse than you are 
And neglect to mention 
That I adore the part of you 
That does not 
Love me
For I long for nothing more 
Than to be your friend 
Yet I long for everything 
Friends will never be 
I think I may be 
Cruel 
But if I harm none I am 
Only evil 
And it hurts not to know if I am 
Terrible 
Or only 
In love