He's confused, but I am certainly not
Looking towards closet and holding a key
I'm waiting for a lock to turn and open
For now, I'll waste and watch and wait
While he wanders 'round the gate
When the time comes I'll say I thought
For one moment I thought I'd seen
A gleam, no, now needing a place to mope in
I'll recover, bloom, heal, feel, satiate
But all I feel now is love, no hate
Of course, there is a chance I've sought
My mind and eyes been much too keen
And imagined his secret, with worries so smitten
I suppose I must only seek my Fate
Thought good things come to those who listen-
and wait.
Apr 20, 2013
Apr 20, 2013 at 11:51 AM UTC
He's confused, but I am certainly not
Looking towards closet and holding a key
I'm waiting for a lock to turn and open
For now, I'll waste and watch and wait
While he wanders 'round the gate
When the time comes I'll say I thought
For one moment I thought I'd seen
A gleam, no, now needing a place to mope in
I'll recover, bloom, heal, feel, satiate
But all I feel now is love, no hate
Of course, there is a chance I've sought
My mind and eyes been much too keen
And imagined his secret, with worries so smitten
I suppose I must only seek my Fate
Thought good things come to those who listen-
and wait.
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