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 Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2008 4:27 pm
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I never saw you standing there
with your nice, not smooth, but curly hair
... the way you saw me in front of you
with the love that you felt for me, but who
can be the judge of things if I don't see
that this game we played between you and me
was going out of control, with no turning back
or was it confidence that you lacked?
I can't blame you, I did not notice.
And now I want you, but all you did was protest
I lost my chance, or are you that afraid of me?
Because I am ready now to show my history
that made me actually, into that which little know,
a loving person, and not just as cold as snow.
You made me forget about her, that was just great.
I have never thought that you'd be included with faith.
So now I wait again, not for her, not for a sign.
But for the words, accepting me, tell me you'll be mine.
And don't be afraid for the darkness that I showed,
because there is always light were you'll walk, that I owed
to you and all you did, and because I realized
I was late, and instead of what I fantasized
you are so much greater, so thanks for the change.
Thank you for letting me rest, and getting rearranged.
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 7:49 am
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 11:22 pm
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