Sunday, 16 January 2011

5. first glance

I didn’t mean it when I said what I said.
I was scared, you were there, waiting.
I’m not so sure you knew
What you were saying either
But I can’t get your words out of my head.
It’s wrong, I know. But I can’t help it.
I want to be close to you, I want to be near you.
I want you to want these things too.
Despite what people would say,
I can’t stop feeling this way.
It’s probably unrealistic,
Probably never going to happen,
But dreams can't be crushed that fast.
Can they?

Did you know what you were saying?
Do you still want to say the same thing?
Do you still feel this way?
Not a single person knows of this
It’s just me and you.

I wish it could really be ‘you and i'
We were meant to be, eventually.
The difference is all that’s holding us back.
That one difference; that tiny, trivial issue.

At first glance, it isn’t too big of a deal
But it’s always behind the scenes;
When these problems come out.
Over-thinking would be the demise
Of whatever it is we’ve got here.
If I could stop myself, I would
But you’re addicting. 



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