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