I held the door open
with no intention of letting him in
Answered his calls, replied his texts
"Okay" "yes, I'm fine" "what's that?" "Oh no I'm busy today"
I'll be busy tomorrow
I'm always too busy doing nothings
but enough not see him
He is determined
I am his one, I am his only
and only I will pull the trigger
But not now.
I hold the door open as he races up the stairs
sweating...heaving...trying
I cringe at the sight of his desperation
He will never have my heart like before
I will never give it away like before
This I know and am sure of
This he doesn't
Like dangling a biscuit in front of a dog
watching him slobber
I take a peep, lean all my weight against the door and shut it close
and listen to him whimpering outside.
Aug 5, 2013
Aug 5, 2013 at 9:45 AM UTC
I held the door open
with no intention of letting him in
Answered his calls, replied his texts
"Okay" "yes, I'm fine" "what's that?" "Oh no I'm busy today"
I'll be busy tomorrow
I'm always too busy doing nothings
but enough not see him
He is determined
I am his one, I am his only
and only I will pull the trigger
But not now.
I hold the door open as he races up the stairs
sweating...heaving...trying
I cringe at the sight of his desperation
He will never have my heart like before
I will never give it away like before
This I know and am sure of
This he doesn't
Like dangling a biscuit in front of a dog
watching him slobber
I take a peep, lean all my weight against the door and shut it close
and listen to him whimpering outside.
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