there is always "maybe"
the lighter side of "never"
"Alright" equals "Open"
"Open" doesn't suit Me.
I don't do "Open"
It is, there is always,
"maybe" one day,...
What I do, I create,
and I shelve away "what if's"
"Hello", and, "Goodbye"... "Maybe".
This is okay, but inside denial.
more and more hollow,
Hopes that feed dreams and needs
To tell the world how it is for me
All of the things that can hurt
But if they ever do is it just words
The way it is to see or feel
Or love and want what cannot be
I write because I need to
This is a flaw in how I am made.
I am an Alpha,
of another breed,
but alpha all the same.
A better man would admit defeat