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NOT GOING TO HAPPEN SOON I've been sitting here, daydreaming all day long Not sure if you were coming back into view I wished that you'd just stand there a little longer And then I could muster up to ask you In the eyes of others, the playing field is plain But there are a lot of mountains to climb over And I've tried to climb those on your border But my attempts consecutively fail favor Questioning my lust, asking my own desire Could I withstand the ridicule of falling fast? I think maybe you've taken notice of something How many do you think wish this to last? I could sit here all day, and still no progress I could lay in bed all morning till I fall asleep again And then like the night you'd drift in and out Those are the fictions you're in Once you could have been asked, but you weren't there And I waited the whole day in terror to try But the wait subsided into loss of hope quickly And when others asked I had to just lie Maybe I'm trying too hard, what do you think? Perhaps if I eased up on my tactics I've strategized I think I'm getting the sad looking picture in my head Love is a sense we all seldom realized I get sick when I see all the couples each day I want to be a part of that, know the embrace at least But sometimes I take a different vantage point And I see some interests are only a beast So in retaliation on myself and my losses I need to ask if you'd ever consider considering me Because sitting, daydreaming is going to get lonely If not, then lonely is all I'll ever be - poet Darká |