Sometimes I like to play pretend
And when I do
I pretend that you are mine
That I am the one that holds your hand
while walking down the hall or across the street
not caring about who saw or what they thought
That I am the one that kisses you
during the mornings and evenings
in front of all your friends
loving the way your lips fit on mine
That I am the one that holds you
whether it be day or night
I will always hold you tight
never wanting to let go
That I am the one who’s hands are on your hips
and yours placed so perfectly around my neck
or with your back pressed up against my chest
and we’ll dance and move to the music
That I am the one looking lovingly at your face
lying right next to mine
as you sleep in my arms
unable to look away from your incredible beauty
…
And somehow I’ll lose myself
while playing pretend
I’ll forget
That you aren\'t mine
...
It’s him that holds your hand
for everyone to see and acknowledge
Its those very hands that I envy
just because they get to touch you
It’s his lips that you kiss
the same ones that curses have slipped out of
just as much as the loving whispers
he spills into your ears
It’s his arms you’ve been in
the arms that have held you safe
and carried you away
going only God knows where
It’s his hands on your hips
that you allowed him to do
sometimes so incredibly lovingly
others that are aggressive and passionate
It is him who you fall asleep next to
who you see first thing in the morning
and the last thing you see at night
...
But still I will pretend you are mine
never losing the fact that you are his
And somehow I still love you