Just as well
State no words. I care not. Had I tried to figure out the whys, maybes then my mind would be going in caged circle with no means of exiting.
Now I just have to lean on my own pursuits of simple joys. I thought it was going to be okay being a friend but I suppose that I always get the blame of something. So backing down and out of the picture always is the best key thing to do. I do not want a label put on me as I got, always, before. I have learned it just meant I was the cause of something I wasn't a part of.
I sent a hope. That is all I can ask for now. And that is just fine for me. It keeps the peace within me going strong. To be placed on the outside, as usual, looking in. I know my place. Funny I am probably the only one that does.
Just as well.
Whisper your words. I don't know if they will mean anything but you can say them. This is a free speech country, last I heard. At last the worst it could be is something I already knew. Yet does it hurt any less, no.
So I just stand here with the wind caressing me in the cool night air. I pray for warmth but I can only attain it through my happiness. I focus on that. Looking away and wandering into my own world. Where I am safe. Safe of blame in yours.
I close my eyes and begin my dream. The one where I saw you standing puzzled by something. Yet I don't dare ask. I just wait to see whether you ask for my help. Maybe. Perhaps.
The only thing I am sure of is that you needed me. Yet you can't say it. So no voice will ever say it, no actions will ever possess it. Its the truth.
No need to ever feel the pressure of me asking anything from you, of you. I have given up on that necessity long ago. That is why I stay silent, quiet.
I stand in a circle of hope. I know my dream. I know the reality too. Yet they have been known to collide. So I am just moving through my life as I should. Focusing on me and my growth.
When, one day you admit inside yourself, I will hear the words. You will say directly to me. No text. No letter. A phone call.
Ah but not now. It is not the day.
Just as well. But soon.
Now I just have to lean on my own pursuits of simple joys. I thought it was going to be okay being a friend but I suppose that I always get the blame of something. So backing down and out of the picture always is the best key thing to do. I do not want a label put on me as I got, always, before. I have learned it just meant I was the cause of something I wasn't a part of.
I sent a hope. That is all I can ask for now. And that is just fine for me. It keeps the peace within me going strong. To be placed on the outside, as usual, looking in. I know my place. Funny I am probably the only one that does.
Just as well.
Whisper your words. I don't know if they will mean anything but you can say them. This is a free speech country, last I heard. At last the worst it could be is something I already knew. Yet does it hurt any less, no.
So I just stand here with the wind caressing me in the cool night air. I pray for warmth but I can only attain it through my happiness. I focus on that. Looking away and wandering into my own world. Where I am safe. Safe of blame in yours.
I close my eyes and begin my dream. The one where I saw you standing puzzled by something. Yet I don't dare ask. I just wait to see whether you ask for my help. Maybe. Perhaps.
The only thing I am sure of is that you needed me. Yet you can't say it. So no voice will ever say it, no actions will ever possess it. Its the truth.
No need to ever feel the pressure of me asking anything from you, of you. I have given up on that necessity long ago. That is why I stay silent, quiet.
I stand in a circle of hope. I know my dream. I know the reality too. Yet they have been known to collide. So I am just moving through my life as I should. Focusing on me and my growth.
When, one day you admit inside yourself, I will hear the words. You will say directly to me. No text. No letter. A phone call.
Ah but not now. It is not the day.
Just as well. But soon.
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