Her: All she wants is a little reassurance. Him: I know. Her: So why not give it to her? Him: Because it’s much more amusing not to. Advertisements
In all my works, Filled with pain. I know not what’s coming, For me to gain. It brings me joy, And it’s not in vain. I wait in expectation, While I train. For he will give, In abundance likened to rain. If only our loyalty, We maintain.
I love the space between us, It leaves more room to fuss. I seem to be losing our trust, Help me build it, we must. Trying times are here, Couldn’t be so far and as near. We’ve gotta to paint this picture, Of Life’s moments of texture.
Too young for love. Too soon for reasoning. What about now? Or even tomorrow? Don’t question the reality of things when it’s in your favour. You know deep down where the truth lies. Go on, pick up the paint brush, And paint that bigger picture.
She was independant, And didn’t need me. I was just a distraction, To her destiny. She was no princess, Nor received the royal care. She was an heiress, Her work, with utmost flare. I was drawn to her, But never still there. To me she purred, Her thoughts, she’d never share. I longed to be … More Her
I’d love to share. And I mean I really do. Very leniently though fair. Except my time with you.
The first tight hug we had, I did feel you, The smell of you, Still linger on my body, Even though you’re far away.
Although it’s urgent. It doesn’t have to be now. It doesn’t have to be tomorrow. I can only hope it’s someday sooner than never.
It was weird not talking to it, I didn’t want to talk to it, But I wanted it to talk to me. Strange reality, As I thought of it. It happened. BING! It messaged, A small volcano errupting, I still didn’t want to talk to her. But I wanted it to talk to me.
I’ve tried to find that common goal, But down this path I’d lose my soul. Different outlooks to life it behold, It ain’t working, truth be told. I tried to find a reasons to defend, But this is where our friendship will always end.