June 22, 2010
Maybe, today.
Hold me, hold me tonight.
Should we just choose, always?
Or is it best to just live, sometimes.
Must I grant, freedom?
Or just, stop believing.
What are we, to others?
When they never see us.
Why should I try to, keep trying?
I feel cured of nothing.
This doesn’t seem to be working, for now.
So what should we do?
I’d think you’ve already made something up, in that head of yours.
You already know I can never decide.
Are we mere convenience?
Or merely an inconvenience?
Sundays spent sitting, whilst staring shouldn’t be spent silent.
Sometimes I need reassurance.
Sometimes I need one voice.
Sometimes I need that voice to say, You know, I think your special.
Because sometimes I don’t feel that way.
And sometimes I think, am I the only voice saying anything?
I don’t like those sometimes, especially when I don’t think you have any.
But I know you do, I’m just not as smart as you.
Some days I think that maybe today,
But I always leave the day thinking, maybe tomorrow.
Then that day, I think, maybe today?
But then again, I hope maybe tomorrow.
Then that tomorrow, I wish, today.
Thanks for Reading,
Jacob xo
Mystery said,
June 22, 2010 at 9:50 am
you know, I think you’re too special for words
xo
LovesYou said,
June 22, 2010 at 12:50 pm
You are special to me i just wish i could express it.