The Other Kind
May 5, 2011 § Leave a comment
I feel like I’ve lost
I don’t want to look anymore, I’ve grown tired of chasing you.
Why am I alone? What good will come of this.
I am happy, I will say that. But I would like to share.
Maybe it’s not time yet, maybe it won’t be for a few more years.
Until that time though, I will smoke my cigarette and believe that everything is going to be ok.