Sometimes I look in her eyes
Trying to read her thoughts
Struggling to pick just a drop of interest
From this sea that’s her
These waters that are unreadable emotions.
Sometimes she looks in my eyes
And browses all through my thoughts
Drawing gallons of everything
From the ocean that’s me
These waters of jinxed feelings.
Is she interested in me?
What will become of me
Of the us; that my dreams cling onto.
It’s beyond me what she asks
But answers exist
‘something should become of him..,
Of the expectations that his mind harbours.’
I’m still lost
Lost in the ‘wild’; in this feeling
Hopes’re high , love might be the name of this jungle
Prayers’re optimistic, that I may not find my way out.
Who knows if she’s lost too
Somewhere in the ‘wild’; in some feeling
Hopes’re high, we’re traversing one jungle
Optimistic describes the prayers, that the way out she finds not.
Anyway, it’s quite time hopes and prayers were done away with
Time for maybes to be turned into certainlys
Time for this feline to be let out of the bag
Time to face fears and embrace expectations
A time, to make the mastered courage count
And break the news.
I think… I’m..☺.
I ain’t saying nothing today.