Walking into my life with all the confidence of a man promised everything in time, who doesn’t care what time it is.
The tell tale sign of hang ups around your neck that you treat like a habit, that I hope someday you can feel you have moved past.
Someday when she walks into your life and makes all the pain better, and I hope it’s every day, and every day I hope you find her.
You say you don’t need her, but your other side betrays you and tells me,
Classic, the one who tells and the one who doesn’t.
I don’t blame you for anything, I hope you know that, blame was six months ago and it was my fault and my mistake, not yours.
I should have said sooner and to you, directly, thank you for giving me a second chance.
Even if it’s shards and distance.
I really never did say anything the first time, I really never intended to any other time,
Thank you for giving me a chance.
You have the spirit of a musician,
You have a wild spirit, wolves have a pack, birds a flock or a family,
Singers have a reason to scream, I wonder what you feel in the beat.
I have traced the perimeter, to see if there is an entrance, some way to be a part,
A way to stay near without invading or at least being part of it beyond…well that thing and whatever I do.
I still posit, present, and believe,
That love doesn’t run out, that it continues on.
I’ll prove it, somehow, someday.
They say bad things happen for a reason,
And I hope I happened to you for a reason.
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