It’s funny how we sit still waiting for life to be still.
waiting to just be.
waiting to just be, still.
still looking in that direction,
to some endless pool of affection
but he’ll never be there,
he’ll never erase the rejections
though he makes no objection
it’s not his will to be your everything
though, that’s the only thing you ever really needed
each need becomes a want and then the wants become sweet nothings
how can we imagine what we’ve never even seen, felt.
a trick of my emotions, got my heart moving through motions
how my mind has failed me, used to help me see things clearly
clear and blind to reality, just like the way i enjoyed it, now
now it’s all fuzzy, blurry, like the screenshot through these tears
it’s funny how we sit still, waiting for life to just be still.
waiting for life.
to just be.