When you're not around, I don't break down or cry,
I keep it cool and steady, let the quiet pass me by.
But after days of missing your face in every view,
I feel a tug inside—like there's something I can't undo.


Scrolling through our memories on my phone,
Every snapshot and message makes me feel not alone.
Yet in the silence, my heart starts to move,
And I’m left with this question I just can’t prove:


Is it friendship or is it love?
Do I crave your smile like starlight from above?
Every beat of my heart, every gentle shove—
I'm asking, is it friendship or is it love?


Late-night texts that light me up, endless chats that feel so right,
Our digital world glows in neon under city lights.
But sometimes when I'm lost in the screen’s soft haze,
I wonder if these feelings deserve a bolder phrase.


Your name lights up my screen in a familiar glow,
But am I chasing something deep, or just putting on a show?
In dreams you’re near, a constant, honest view—
Yet I keep asking myself, what am I really due?


Is it friendship or is it love?
Am I falling for you, or just dreaming of
A connection that’s so gentle, so tenderly tough?
Tell me—friendship or is it love?


Maybe it’s the comfort and trust we share,
A bond so real, beyond what words can bear.
Or maybe my heart’s caught in a hopeful twist,
Waiting for a sign, a love I can’t resist.


I don’t weep when you're gone, but I feel this ache,
A quiet longing in every pause that you take.
No dramatic highs, just a soft, persistent flame,
Every moment apart whispers softly your name.


Is it friendship or is it love?
In every silent moment, every push and shove,
I’m caught between the wonder of us—
So tell me, is it friendship or is it love?

In the still of the night, as the world drifts away,
I’ll keep searching for answers until I find my way.
No need for bold words, just the truth shining through—
I keep asking myself, is it love… or is it you?



Inspired by the poem “Niepewność” by Adam Mickiewicz.