Does it feel right that it ended
Or as if it was just wasted?
Will another chance come again
Or was that the last time it would happen?

Are you going to ask for a sign
Or just sit back and resign?
Are you going to keep trying
Or **** it in cause its already hurting?

Why can't there be a middle ground?
...Because it makes things vague
Why can't there be compromise?
...Because its just gonna complicate

Unsure, undecided, unmotivated, un...
Discouraged, distracted, disarrayed, dis...
Vindicated, decided, inspired...
Encouraged, focused, collected...
Black or white, make a decision...

If you truly want to make it right
Find a way to put things back in the light
Just keep trying even if it takes every night
It could get better, it just might...

Sometimes I pray with all my soul,
To the God I believe in,
Knowing that those prayers are futile,
But my heart is a vagabond who gives its whole,
For those prayers which make me feel they might come true, for a while.
I wish for it, I pray for it,
Even when I know I won’t get it.
Yet my heart gets hauled towards only those wishes,
Which I know are futile,
The prayers which make me feel they might come true, for a while.
So I permit my heart to employ these prayers,
And talk to the God I believe in.
I let Him only listen and let my heart free,
Knowing that its a prisoner who can never be set free.
When I say these prayers,
There is a ease of pain, sense of relief.
Knowing these feelings will leave,
My adamant heart still prays which is futile,
The prayers which make me feel they might come true, for a while.
At times I sense that I am addicted to these prayers,
These futile prayers coax me towards them,
Make my heart a wayfarer who prays,
Only the prayers which make me feel they might come true, for a while.

Lately
I've been asking myself
This question:
Do I still love you?

Yes,
My heart still skips a beat
Whenever your name flashes on the screen.
My cheeks still turn red
Whenever our eyes meet.
My lips still curve into a smile
Whenever I think about you,
Which I do.

But do I actually love you?
Or do I simply miss
The memories,
The good times we've had?
Am I holding on to nothing?

Unfortunately
(Or is fortunately?)
I don't know the answers
To these questions.