Apr 2018
every minute i'm given spare i think of you, it's true
your hair, your eyes
but all of it is wonder, as i am left to wonder about you and i
you and i, something which had occasionally crossed my mind
what you said then, what you retracted again and again
dumb crushes and teary eyes because it's all too stressful for any kind of compromise
admittedly, i have always been left with a longing for affection
the parents, the friends that never supply
but i have high hope for you, you see, tragically torn apart across two different seas
i'd love to ask you if it was true, if it was really true
but the time has passed and i'm left to mourn and muse about all your
missed opportunities
your hair, your eyes
but all of it is wonder, as i am left to wonder about you and i
you and i, something which had occasionally crossed my mind
what you said then, what you retracted again and again
dumb crushes and teary eyes because it's all too stressful for any kind of compromise
admittedly, i have always been left with a longing for affection
the parents, the friends that never supply
but i have high hope for you, you see, tragically torn apart across two different seas
i'd love to ask you if it was true, if it was really true
but the time has passed and i'm left to mourn and muse about all your
missed opportunities
about a girl, mayhaps. mostly about a girl where i still may have a chance, but also about a girl who i was thoroughly ******* over by, though that meaning was subconcious. there are two readings: one was malicious and left me with insecurities galore, the other is kind and insecure herself. i don't mourn the first missed opportunity anymore, but i may just mourn this one.
