Sleep escapes me these days;
I lay awake, thinking
Of all those words unsaid.
I have nothing to promise you,
But this much I’ll confess –
This feeling of something special is true.
Nothing more, nothing less.
Others search a thousand times,
Looking for that spark,
Those wind chimes;
Groping in the dark.
We’ve been lucky,
Pushed together by chance.
Don’t tell me you can’t see,
An opportunity to do a magical dance!
Maybe I should let you be;
Gather your baggage,
And then come back to me;
Undo all the damage
Maybe I should just let you be!
Maybe I should just lay awake every night.
Maybe, just maybe… you’ll see my point.
"In delay, there lies no plenty,
ReplyDeleteThen come kiss me, sweet and twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure."
-Shakespeare
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