why do I do this...
why do I do this to myself?
this endless waiting, anticipating,
one look, one smile from her...
why do I do this...
what am I trying to achieve?
the end of my solitude?
to be with someone...
her?
But she embraced my face...
why do I do this...
what am I putting myself through?
do I want all those butterflies,
those long winded goodbyes?
but I’ve started to fall...
why do I do this...
what am I doing to her?
monopolize her time,
as she takes over my mind?
I want to tell her...
why do I do this...
I stare at her face
as she walks in
and out of this space.
I don’t want anyone else.
why am I doing this?
why give all my time,
my heart and my mind?
why do this to her or myself?
there is no reason but reason itself.
she is sublime, her happiness is on my mind,
I must tell her now...
or forever hold my peace
but courage made me shy...
dammit I’ve got to try,
but I can’t because I’ll scare her...
forget it……
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