the minutes fly by
as we talk
we laugh
share tears
and joy
an idle thought
or moments of silence
the minutes turn to hours
days, weeks, months
but time an again
it'll be someone else
time and again
I'll shed endless tears
the tormented wonderings
why her and why not me
am I never good enough?
It is a fools game that i am partaking
and for the life of me I cannot escape
once again, again and again
I am where I am
a window pane shut close
upon the past anguish
only at times they peer through
a glass window
There are no blinds
for past hurts
and they sharpen when you ask
after a long hour of lighthearted chatter
do we have an understanding?
you are wary of my stubborn heart
and i think once again
why am i not good enough?
why must i stand only your ally?
forgiving, accepting, ever present, by your side
but only just beyond that line
that i must never overstep
and once again i ascertain
it must be that i am never good enough
Apr 11, 2010
Apr 11, 2010 at 2:39 AM UTC
the minutes fly by
as we talk
we laugh
share tears
and joy
an idle thought
or moments of silence
the minutes turn to hours
days, weeks, months
but time an again
it'll be someone else
time and again
I'll shed endless tears
the tormented wonderings
why her and why not me
am I never good enough?
It is a fools game that i am partaking
and for the life of me I cannot escape
once again, again and again
I am where I am
a window pane shut close
upon the past anguish
only at times they peer through
a glass window
There are no blinds
for past hurts
and they sharpen when you ask
after a long hour of lighthearted chatter
do we have an understanding?
you are wary of my stubborn heart
and i think once again
why am i not good enough?
why must i stand only your ally?
forgiving, accepting, ever present, by your side
but only just beyond that line
that i must never overstep
and once again i ascertain
it must be that i am never good enough