This was a previously unpublished draft. I'm still undecided whether it was worth resurrecting.
Why do I fall so easily
When this girl wears hip clothes
Or that girl likes great bands
Or she cut her hair just so
Just so I would get tangled in it
They're like good dreams and I wake up constantly
It's not even about placing them on pedestals
When I just want somebody to dream about me
Which sounds selfish
And is selfish
But asking no more than I already give
I want to look at her eyes and see that I was already in her mind
Or gaze at her lips and know my name was on her tongue
I want to know when I touch her hand my fingerprints were already there
But most of all, I want the certainty in knowing
If it never happens at least I had a chance
I'm not sad, just tired
Exhausted from being alone too long without a break
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