In my life I’ve not
yet quite found love;
my heart is like dry
parched desert land
waiting for copious
showers from up above;
to germinate the seed
that lies dormant below.
For years without
love it seems I’m a forsaken man;
reciprocating loneliness
is the only thing I know.
Between the lines of
love and like is where I lie
when I hear the last
words I’ve never liked;
saying you're nice
and so unique
but not enough to me
for it to be you.
It seems I'm always
the other guy;
that’s good enough to
befriend but not to keep.
The window of
opportunity has shut on me again,
the moment has passed
and I can no longer get in.
So it seems I'm right
back to square one and
I'm beginning to
believe that it’s nothing I've done;
since I've exhausted
every avenue; I realize it
has nothing to do
with me but all with you.
You could explain it
but it wouldn’t change the intricacies;
saying you wished it
was something more tangible
like a cold or some
type of disease so you could
have a prescription
filled out at the pharmacy;
instead of standing
here making apologies and
making yourself
believe you're letting me down easy.
But let me down is
all you've done;
once again I realize I'm not the one.
If I was some kind of
cuddly animal to be by your side
and “messed” up the
relationship I'd just go and hide;
scold me okay, but
then after it’s all said and done;
everything would be
cleaned up and we'd still be one.
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