The River of Black

From the door to the street
I wonder why I feel the way I do
Whenever it may be that we meet
Turning, walking down the shore
The asphalt is a river of black

I see the child on the sidewalk
Crying his eyes out to his mother
I am that child, those tears are mine
The mother is all the people that don't understand

The couple holds hands
I want to be he who protects her
His position is near the river
So that she can never fall in
I understand that compassion

But when I see you, I don't understand
Is it love, or is it friendship?
Do I feel love for you as a lover,
Or do I feel the innate need to protect
That I do for all my friends?

Staring into the river of black
I try to see only you,
But the sounds and my thoughts
Pull me away from focus
How can I not focus on the one I love?

Confusion is the concept I face
If I cannot think about you at all times
As Hollywood says I should
Than am I truly in love with you at all?
Or am I just a friend?