As if the Sun could not warm me
with it's endlessly finite rays
you reach out and wrap me
in balmy, blissful days
And for the first time
my everything is enough
and it's okay that I'm not and never will be
that kind of tough
But, again with the fear
of abruptly finding the end
and discovering the journey
was all just pretend
The million little things
that you so effortlessly do
are barely enough
to let myself love you
But that's not your fault
and nor should it be;
when it comes to laying blame
it all falls on me
So please excuse me
while I fight with myself
and know that I'm finally dusting things
on that old neglected shelf
Just know
That I believe in peace
even if it's in pieces
and I think that we
are pretty good at puzzles
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 2:08 PM UTC
As if the Sun could not warm me
with it's endlessly finite rays
you reach out and wrap me
in balmy, blissful days
And for the first time
my everything is enough
and it's okay that I'm not and never will be
that kind of tough
But, again with the fear
of abruptly finding the end
and discovering the journey
was all just pretend
The million little things
that you so effortlessly do
are barely enough
to let myself love you
But that's not your fault
and nor should it be;
when it comes to laying blame
it all falls on me
So please excuse me
while I fight with myself
and know that I'm finally dusting things
on that old neglected shelf
Just know
That I believe in peace
even if it's in pieces
and I think that we
are pretty good at puzzles
Not a sad thing, just a realization.