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It can only stay as good as it gets.
Life can sometimes play games on you. Here I am following closely bound to someone who really can't care for me back the way I do, pathetic--yes.
I always have this tendency to like some one who can't like me back. If I later found out that this person might have some inclination to like me, it just puts me off. What am I an idiot, maybe but I sure do hope not.
Should I be sleeping on the same bed, I would love to put my hands around you and kiss the back of your neck. Should you put me off I would feel dejected and unloved. What is this stupid feeling of loving. Is it something we intentionally try to seek although knowing completely well we most of the time end up getting hurt?
Sad, but true. Or am I just closing doors for getting hurt much to often?
Well I try and try I have done, to stay positive and look at the brighter side knowing and learning from each rejection. But I think I have one to many. I most of the time think I deserve to be cynical.
A turn of phrase I waited, it rained... soon it will end. The waiting I hated as we sleep restlessly although the night with my mind wondering will it ever be better. Should I or should I not. I looked up on the face that shares the same pillow as me. Those lips I would so love to kiss, those that I would so love to love. But I dare not for friends we are better off, it makes things less complicated. Yet in the hopes to feel your warmth I cuddled you into my arms and felt the beating of your heart. And in that moment I was not alone I breathed with you...It can only stay good as it gets.
Tomorrow we are a different person. We often times tend to forget moments of closeness like last night, but I can only say this for myself. But when I rouse myself on the morning you were there awake and worried as to what the morning might bring. You are like a kid that has always been sheltered from harm not really knowing what to expect but wanting everything to fall into place. I can not baby sit you... then and there I became another person. I tried to stop myself by indulging you and caressing your back, a gentle massage of care and stolen kisses to the back of your shoulders which you hated me doing but never the less I did after all you asked me to rub your back. I deserved the feel of your back on my lips if not your lips to mine.
Sweet bitterness I know for a moment I might have fallen, but fall I can not. I know someday you'll come along. Just like the song, or is it only in songs that they really do?
It can only stay as good as it gets.
Life can sometimes play games on you. Here I am following closely bound to someone who really can't care for me back the way I do, pathetic--yes.
I always have this tendency to like some one who can't like me back. If I later found out that this person might have some inclination to like me, it just puts me off. What am I an idiot, maybe but I sure do hope not.
Should I be sleeping on the same bed, I would love to put my hands around you and kiss the back of your neck. Should you put me off I would feel dejected and unloved. What is this stupid feeling of loving. Is it something we intentionally try to seek although knowing completely well we most of the time end up getting hurt?
Sad, but true. Or am I just closing doors for getting hurt much to often?
Well I try and try I have done, to stay positive and look at the brighter side knowing and learning from each rejection. But I think I have one to many. I most of the time think I deserve to be cynical.
A turn of phrase I waited, it rained... soon it will end. The waiting I hated as we sleep restlessly although the night with my mind wondering will it ever be better. Should I or should I not. I looked up on the face that shares the same pillow as me. Those lips I would so love to kiss, those that I would so love to love. But I dare not for friends we are better off, it makes things less complicated. Yet in the hopes to feel your warmth I cuddled you into my arms and felt the beating of your heart. And in that moment I was not alone I breathed with you...It can only stay good as it gets.
Tomorrow we are a different person. We often times tend to forget moments of closeness like last night, but I can only say this for myself. But when I rouse myself on the morning you were there awake and worried as to what the morning might bring. You are like a kid that has always been sheltered from harm not really knowing what to expect but wanting everything to fall into place. I can not baby sit you... then and there I became another person. I tried to stop myself by indulging you and caressing your back, a gentle massage of care and stolen kisses to the back of your shoulders which you hated me doing but never the less I did after all you asked me to rub your back. I deserved the feel of your back on my lips if not your lips to mine.
Sweet bitterness I know for a moment I might have fallen, but fall I can not. I know someday you'll come along. Just like the song, or is it only in songs that they really do?
