i wanted to talk to you but i lay on my bed.
whispering to myself and then i realize what i have done to you.
i can't talk to you, nono.
i text your best friend with hope that maybe there's any hope left at all.
i whisper and text but refuse to make eye contact with the woman i knew could bring out the best.
but when i realize so much later what i've done i'm afraid we cannot go back.
maybe we could, but i don't know that
i was a man who once had a city to conquer,
but was i a man or was i a man in the making?
i was too slow to realize that love presents itself in mysterious ways and now i pay the price of not unveiling its very essence
if you could find those feelings, well its not about you here is it
i failed you once, and i have failed you for
eternity