The Right Person At The Right Time.....


Love can only come at the right time
your heart knows, hearing the chime
almost by itself, suddenly on the whim
drawn close, wanting to be near him

Like something magical, and it's in the air
your whole life, now wanting to finally share
when in someone's arms, it just feels right
undeniable feelings, as he holds you tight

A passionate look into your eyes, you see delight
overcome with feelings of love, you don't fight
realizing the waiting, finally has come to an end
finding with whom to become, an eternal friend

Love you thought was lost, miraculously found
moving your heart to a new and wonderful sound
feelings of satisfaction and being a person complete
no longer to run the single scenes, nor to compete

Thank those lucky stars, and the patience you had
never again to suffer loneliness, no longer to be mad
love has brought the right person, and at the right time
undoubtedly heaven's fingerprints, certainly by design

Despite mistakes of the past, you can now know for sure
those were years lacking direction, you were immature
let the past stay in the past, into the future you happily go
your love, a place to dwell, in him alone forever to bestow

the have the golden days come yet?
did i miss them
or am i just impatient
is time running tor am i just
running
thin
because all i can see is the calendar
counting until graduation
until i'm supposed to have it all together
but i don't have anything together
because he took it all and left none for me
he gave it all to her
i begged her not to look into his ocean eyes
but she couldn't help it
and she couldn't help me
when i said i was dying
(do you ever think about that? all the dead people at the bottom of the sea? did they make it to their golden days?)
will you make it to yours?

Like a modern day Sisyphus
he was condemned
to reloading the browser page
hoping for a glimpse of her
for the rest of his days

I've lost my mind
in a sea of dreams
It's floating around with my hopes and things
The only time I can see to reach it,
is when the tide comes in,
and my creativity subsides,
If that's the cost for a normal mind,
I'd rather be mad

that book you gave me
does not compare to the affection
you never showed me
the inside of your mind
remains
a
mystery

you kept your love a secret
even though i cried out for you to let me in
but you didn't
and you won't
i'll never be yours
i'll always be
an almost

You think to yourself
“I’m always going to be mad at them”
You hope it’s true, though you secretly know it can’t be
When you’re mad you want to be mad
When you’re sad, a part of you feels alive
So you hold that grudge. Hold it tight
Because tomorrow, you might be happy
—back to square one.