amanda_isabel
01-21-2008, 06:59 AM
we're both bored.
ironic, don't you think?
especially considering
i'm three feet away from you
in the same room
that my dreams are made of.
you ask me to say something,
but what exactly are you expecting me to say?
that i want you?
alright, honestly,
i'm hoping you were hoping-
but i can't be the one to say it.
just tell me that you want me,
so we can make some conversation
and i can use some of those thoughts
that are stored in the mind you marvel at so much.
you're still not saying it.
and what does that get you?
it's only knocking on the door
behind which i keep my sarcasm.
damn it!
what does it take for you to say
what we both know you want to say?
okay. here comes another try.
you're really no good at this, are you?
now you're asking me to sing for you.
that's the fourth time you've asked me this year.
maybe i would have this time,
since it's just you
and i probably would have picked
one of those cheesy love songs
to ambiguously tell you
what you probably don't know.
but my wit gets the better of me,
and you. why didn't you even try
and talk me into it? would it
kill you to ask a second time?
i would have done it!
i would have told you
everything.
i would have invited you to sing with me
like in those duets i can
never really picture myself in.
but i can picture myself with you,
can't i?
don't i?
oh, yeah, i almost forgot.
you don't know.
so how will you ever know
if you don't ask me twice?
maybe there'll be more chances
and more guts
and more kisses.
the silence we were trying so badly to break
has broken the two of us instead.
11january2008 11.21p
and.. another one.
we celebrate a new
beginning, or at least
we attempt to relieve
the surrounding darkness
with sudden bursts of light
but i wish
i could hear you
amongst the racket
that accompanies the festivities
toasting with me
the goblet of champagne
i nurse with my fingers
the goblet through which i see
our song
1.02a 1jan2008
hoping for your comments...
ironic, don't you think?
especially considering
i'm three feet away from you
in the same room
that my dreams are made of.
you ask me to say something,
but what exactly are you expecting me to say?
that i want you?
alright, honestly,
i'm hoping you were hoping-
but i can't be the one to say it.
just tell me that you want me,
so we can make some conversation
and i can use some of those thoughts
that are stored in the mind you marvel at so much.
you're still not saying it.
and what does that get you?
it's only knocking on the door
behind which i keep my sarcasm.
damn it!
what does it take for you to say
what we both know you want to say?
okay. here comes another try.
you're really no good at this, are you?
now you're asking me to sing for you.
that's the fourth time you've asked me this year.
maybe i would have this time,
since it's just you
and i probably would have picked
one of those cheesy love songs
to ambiguously tell you
what you probably don't know.
but my wit gets the better of me,
and you. why didn't you even try
and talk me into it? would it
kill you to ask a second time?
i would have done it!
i would have told you
everything.
i would have invited you to sing with me
like in those duets i can
never really picture myself in.
but i can picture myself with you,
can't i?
don't i?
oh, yeah, i almost forgot.
you don't know.
so how will you ever know
if you don't ask me twice?
maybe there'll be more chances
and more guts
and more kisses.
the silence we were trying so badly to break
has broken the two of us instead.
11january2008 11.21p
and.. another one.
we celebrate a new
beginning, or at least
we attempt to relieve
the surrounding darkness
with sudden bursts of light
but i wish
i could hear you
amongst the racket
that accompanies the festivities
toasting with me
the goblet of champagne
i nurse with my fingers
the goblet through which i see
our song
1.02a 1jan2008
hoping for your comments...