How quickly you set my soul ablaze
I have avowed I’ll never forget this day
Still I worry that I misread your signs
And I’m in love by myself for the umpteenth time
There’s a voice that says “Hold on, don’t be so quick to doubt. This time will be different, but you have to wait it out.”
Patience is a scalding and bitter cup of tea for a throat sore with words unsaid; I don’t want to scare you away, love.
You’re on my mind often
I daydream until the sun dips below the horizon & I paint pictures of our future with the hues strewn across the sky.
I can’t help but wonder if I cross your mind at all. Do I mean anything to you or am I simply the most recent pastime until the next daisy blooms?
Be an optimist, Miraj
Give everyone a chance
The past is not the present
First he’s clear and then he isn’t
He’s here and then he isn’t
OH LORD WHY HATH MY GOOD SENSE FORSAKEN ME?
Shall I ask?
No, he’ll shut down for sure, and he’s only just opened up that mahogany door.
So I sit in the dark
Patiently I wait
As he fills the room with candles
I see his face illuminate