Wanting You
I look at you,
And feel hope in my heart.
I look at myself,
And feel sorrow for naive mistakes,
I look at the world,
And can't feel anything but confused.
I think that's why I love you,
And how much you make sense.
I know I'm not special,
And it's ok if you don't want me.
I can't say I need you,
And you can't say you need me either.
I can say I adore you,
And I swear I mean it in the most innocent way.
I look at you,
And hope you feel the same way too.
Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 5:28 PM UTC
My sanity was my home,
And now it's burning to the ground.
They tell you to find what you love,
And to do it.
My problem is that I found somebody to love.
The tragedy in that is that,
Romance is the storm that tears apart our hearts,
And drags us away from being our own creation.
Leaving us to stand in the disaster
of mixed emotions and dependency,
that shouldn't exist.
My home is now floating on
an ongoing river, recklessly.
A river in the desert,
A place a river doesn't belong.
Some might say the river is a blessing,
but can you really say it's not odd
to let a river in the desert guide you to a place unknown?
Should you really trust the promising looks of a surface,
although you know there are countless secrets,
hidden deep below?
Everyone drowns, in the end.
Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 5:18 PM UTC