Is it Right

Everyday I write
Well right I write
But it doesn't feel right
That I write, right?

I carry my emotions by my right
Hoping you will walk by my right
But yet you i can't get on sight
Perhaps I fight
Fight with deep deep emotions, right?

Or maybe it is my height
Or maybe  my eye sight
Or is it that am not white
Or rather light
Tell me why you don't want to be on my right
Is it right?

Is it right we be friends
Is it right we smile and be happy yet the end you just call me friend
I want that to end
We take what we have to a different bend
Perhaps a different end
Is it right that we remain into liking each other
Or shall it end like a fairy,were I be the father
And you be the mother
The other be our sibling
I don't know what to say but Perhaps i pray you the prey i take away
You I want to be with
not just as a friend
But something better,
finer.
I want us to be what you are avoiding.
Perhaps the liking should grow
To something everybody says wow.

Is it right we just be friends?