Your Own Time
You so predictable,
the way you let it fly,
upset at my lack of emotion,
for the tragedies that pass you by.
And is it truly a crime,
when only you are in pain's way?
For I let it happen to you,
cause you let it happen to me,
I'm sure you'll realize this, in your own time.
I don't mind, really,
how you can merely forget,
as if there's nothing left to lose,
but simply perhaps..
my mind?
and, or all the things I have wanted,
the things you promised, in your own time.
See it;s every time you get it,
you want to throw me away,
You push, I pull
this goes on for at least another three days.
But I'm beginning to grow a spine,
to guess your cyclical ways,
Call it a sign,
I want you,
or maybe you're just a place to stay.
I'm sure I'll know, in your own time.
I suppose,
I'm not afraid of you now,
or the pain your capable of.
It's just getting to damn hard to fake it,
and I know I don't like to be alone.
I cant look at you today,
Cause your the part of me, I don't want to see.
Or maybe its the empty piece,
that needs some filtering, my way to set your hold free.
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