Willing And Able
She wants me to be someone I’m not.
And to that I’m willing and able.
Since the moment she left me alone
I’ve been more than unstable.
I only saw one bright star in the sky.
Now you couldn’t imagine a darker night.
Hoped that star might still be in her eye.
But I see now she must have no sight.
I’m creeping ever closer to a straight edge.
Don’t look up and just take the step.
With love there’s the danger of being on this ledge.
I was just hoping it would be something I kept.
Emptiness is the biggest understatement.
I wish to only feel that simple.
Darkness is my true discontent.
And the waking hours are ample.
She wants me to be something I’m not.
And I would do it in an instant.
If she’d given me a chance I’d have shown.
I wouldn’t feel as if less than an infant.
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