He’s in love with someone else, he’s in love with a beautiful girl. He’s just not interested,

He’s just not going to come around. Yet he manages to say sweeter things, like how it happens, that slight flip.

It’s not yet time to start this and it may just be the lamentations,

Of someone who knows how it feels, but only from one place,

And is so stuck,

Because they could choose, but they don’t. So when it’s the time to start the things I promised,

While I intended only to make something to stand on, I let them push me off of it.

Always trying to build up, and they push down,

Punch down.

I felt love for a second, it’s the first time I’d heard it.

I wish I could have him for even if it was only for a moment. I’d keep him if he’d keep me.

If anyone would keep me.

I wish someone would keep me.

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