stirring
a dark cold world surrounds us
where anything can happen
where life doesn't end sweetly everytime
maybe there's no end though. maybe just maybe this time you'll notice me again.
i write all the time, yet nothing seems good enough to be worthy of you again
reality sets in, and so does doubt
she's so much better off without you
you can't be all that she needs
but you buck up...write something new
maybe this ones good enough for you to want me back
i must up the courage to tell you, and no response.
doubt floods back in. this time theres a reason.
does she care for real.
you just bore your soul...if she wanted to you back she would've told you
she knows how bad you want her.
yet...nothing
fear fills the heart. all this time effort. thought. love. wasted.
what do you do it for... just try for things out of reach. and then you realise.
the things out of reach mean that you aren't like every other person.
it means in spite of all the hard times you have to suffer...
you're the stronger one who's actually man enough to face the fear right in the eye.
you sit up straight and stop slouching and actually tell her again...this time with confidence.
you get your answer and you can go on another day. stronger. better.
in love.
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