you always came to the music room during lunch break

you said you liked the quietness of the room

yet i keep strumming the guitar strings

am i bothering you i asked

you opened your eyes and turned your head to me not at all i love it when you play

i couldn't fight back a smile as i continued to play a song i wrote

i looked over and saw a small smile on your face as well

how did we ever become this close

but still not close enough

did you write this you asked cutting off my thoughts

i only nodded

you smiled again i love it