It’s his playlist I did like to steal,
It’s his touch that I did like to feel.
It’s his hugs I could melt into,
It’s his kisses I did like to consume.
He is not what I pray for,
But I feel good around him.
It’s his company I crave for,
He has become the man of my dream.
Chains he dislike,
A free bird he is.
But his inclination towards me,
Mystery it sieves.
No strings attached:
He follows this line.
With no responsibilities to keep,
With no bound to feel.
Maybe we can be the strings he wish for,
Maybe we can try that life.
Topping the friendship with benefits we ask for,
Maybe we can hold on for some time.