Because good enough is never really enough |
Ah! Fades another day, And conversations begin to decay I bid to you a serene night Secretly wishing if you dream tonight, It would be of me Yes, that’s good enough for me now. Times I lay curled against your chest your arms secure around my waist breaths mingle as we rest in reality, just an empty bed when the light awakens me in the morn I hug myself to remedy this growing emptiness Is it good enough for me now? The weight of your head as it rests upon my lap and bristles of your hair tickles the palms of my hand I hear something growl beneath my breast Let it be good enough for now. For it stings that it’s untrue empty words and figments of imaginations will not do, anymore. Those nights I felt your skin burn against my own the molten puddle that weigh against my bones Lips untouched, yet swollen for more words and senses, are not good enough anymore. We are but a dream, you and me, reaching out through the stream of odds that separates us realities that suffocates us Till we burn ourselves again vomit angry words and flimsy contempt All because it isn’t enough. The silent prayers for it to descend from the altar of a tragic end to be like the lovers I see Lovers to claim the right to be forever and beyond not to be sacrificed like Juliet or descend into a maddening spirit Of Ophelia and Odette. Because it would never be enough Shamelessly until I, claim you to be mine for it can only be good enough true until I purely belong to you. |