Posts Tagged With: Timing

On & On (Under Red Lights)

We just passed the city lights like the night life was nothing at all.
We don’t want to be entertained, we simply need love.
I wish I had the courage to do & say as I feel without taking this sip of Corona.
Fill my cup with something other than alcohol.

Red light, green light.
I’m used to waiting my turn, but you shouldn’t have to wait.
Before I go, you should know.

And we’ll go, on & on.
On & on, past life as we knew.
On & on, to something new, something more.
We keep moving towards something we can call our own.

I’m sorry I’m so selfish.
Can I let you in on a little secret?
It took some time, but I think I’ve fallen for you in the worst way.
And your silence only makes me want to speak up.
I’m tired of running & drowning myself in distractions that only give me temporary satisfaction.
I’ve had my fun & I’ve tried my hand at loving anyone that came my way.
Being physical leaves me emotional after the fact, call it a delayed reaction.

I want it all, something I can feel deeper than skin deep, I wouldn’t mind if you stayed too long.
So I took the fall, I said my piece & jotted it all down, so you wouldn’t forget it.
No, I don’t regret it, don’t forget it.

And we’ll go, on & on.
On & on, past life as we knew.
On & on, to something new, something more.
We keep moving towards something we can call our own.

So here I am, sitting under a red light with no intention of stopping.
I wish you’d come & find me.
Read me my rights, lock me away, I know I’m not innocent, I’m jaded as can be.
But with you I can’t help but to be kind & unwind.
So take your time, cus I took mine.
I know that you’ll come find me when the moment’s right.

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Let It Come

I don’t want to be influenced by the things of the past as I enter into this new age.
I won’t lie, I’ve been so used to taking what I’m given, that it seems appalling for me to ask for something more.
It’s not often that I ask for the impossible and make the stars collide.
The many directions in which the span of my attention has been split are slowly coming together, like a jigsaw puzzle that has consumed the space and time of my life.
I am alive, but am I living?
What have I done?
What if I wanted to fight right now, what would you do?

This mission, this cause, comes with a warning to the people.
Yesterday I was quiet as I found compensation in every disappointment.
Today my tongue has been loosened.
My spine aches as it prepares for all of the things that I will have to do.
Doing my duty without pain goes without saying.
As the good Doctor once said, “Our lives begin to end, the day that we become silent, about the things that matter.”
I will reintroduce who I am to you, because I am not the same as the person that you left in the yesteryear.

I thought that I had lost my faith, but found that I had taken up a new religion.
Practice hope and trust in yourself; that is the mantra echoing within my soul.
Hello heart, I’m ready to trust again.
I have way too many reasons to stand alone and not enough to share with you.
I gave a little to peak your interest, but not nearly enough to captivate you and keep you close.
So we cut ties, waved goodbye and wondered “what if?”, but no more of that I promise.
If I want, I will have.
I will have you when I want you, and every moment after that because my patience has run out.
Impulse fuels me and I will not fight it any longer, I cannot.
I can’t become what I need to be by remaining as I am, so let change come.
Let it come.
For me, for you, for all of us who see potential, and are not afraid of it.
Thank you Lady Fire for burning away at my flaws until I had nothing left to hide.
I am ready, put to rest what you’ve thought of me.

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Got This Way

I don’t know how I got this way.
I can’t wait for you to show your face because I can’t replace the way I feel.
You’re one of the many, one of the few to capture my gaze.
I’m not ready to say that you’re right for me, but you just might be.
When you finally touch me and say the things that you do,
that’s when I know that they don’t know me like you do.
I don’t know why you’re here, but I’m glad all the same.

Without question you’ve got my back and my attention if only you knew.
I’ve got it bad for you now, and its getting better in the worst way.
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve looked back trying to trace when I saw you differently.
I can’t figure out when I decided that I’d trade getting closer to you over anything else.
The longer I stay by your side, the less I see reason to leave.

Sometimes I try to breathe on my own and move on.
Sometimes I hold my breath and hold out for you to slip away from everyone else,
and slide into my arms.
The sensation is beautiful as you release me from your hold after a while.
It’s so amazing, the feelings I’ve felt as I think of you.
Sometimes I wonder about you more than I ought to and that’s when catch myself picking apart everything you do and all the lines you’ve said in between.

Is it alright for you to spend your time with someone like me?
There’s a difference in the room when you slip away, so I’m glad that you’re here today.
You’ve been so good to me and I can’t quite articulate it when we’re in the moment, but I’ve got to let you know somehow.
Someday I’ll think of some way to thank you for thinking of me before your own needs.
That’s why I don’t mind doing things for you.
You did things for me that I still can’t believe you did,
that’s why I always want to keep you here for years to come.
I’d give you all of my attention, none of my indecision,
and the rest is what we make of it.
I guess it’s like you always say, nothing’s real except what you feel.
And yet I still don’t know how I got this way, but maybe I don’t need a reason.

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Be Still (It Will Come To You)

My conscience ends when my morals give way to the cold that has found its way in
My kindness is not a joke, sure I may laugh and let you think of it what you will,
but don’t laugh at my back-breaking acrobatics and think that I’ll laugh with you
My trust is a bond that is formed; linked together like a chain by every memory
Like glass, I can hold you together, but I can also break and cut you if you are not careful with me
Under the stress of the day, night cannot come quick enough to put me to rest
I don’t know why I keep on trying, haven’t I learnt my lesson yet?
I don’t want to be bitter; I want to be better than this
What was my dream, what was I about?

I am not in the mood, I am lost
I don’t say much, but I hope that what little I have said has been heard
Hope is what I need, but company is what I want
I want what I want and I cannot change that
You have someone to call your own at night, and I own myself,
and by myself I lay and wake
In time that will change, as will I

Happiness is a mood, not a destination
It will come to me when I am ready for it and I will recognize it and accept it
In the stillness of the night, under the quiet of the hour, everything changes

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