Thursday, March 27, 2008

Here's to looking at you kid.

so i like to give a thought process about most of the pieces i write. I was trying to figure out what was going through my head when i wrote this then i realised i couldn't vocalize it. So i figured it would be posted as is. It's short but when i wrote it, i don't think i really had the words to put convey the emotion that i had fathomed so i hope it says for itself. Enjoy.


I can’t believe I am letting you go, and I am asking myself, say it ain’t so,
Wishing that the answer in my head will be a resounding no,
I wish I could show you how much I want to share with you in a year or so,
I have so much in store, but I can’t ask you to wait, you should be waited on,
There is so much u deserve, and I still got a lot of growing to do,
There is so much I want to devote to you, but my issues aren’t something I need to put you through.
When I think of you, I try to think of flowery words but one simple word keeps coming up….wonderful,
When u are around I smile, I laugh and when u stop and look at me I get emotional,
There is something in your smile that makes me want to get lost in your eyes,
There is something about the way u breath in my arms that makes me want u near on sleepless nights,
A perfect evening would be you, me, a glass of wine and Casablanca,
There is one thing I never liked about Casablanca though, how could Humphrey let the woman he loved go,
Now I realise he cared enough to put her before him,
I guess allowing you to walk away would be the only way for my feelings to show,
As much as I want to hold you and take my time to get to know u, there is no time for what I feel within,
So I guess I have to sit back and raise my glass to what could have been,
Here’s to looking at you Kid. Here’s to looking at you.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Wistful

If I had known then
What I know now
I would have been calmly brave
And quietly honest

I would have spoken truth more
And said less desperate, confused prayers

I would have done my best
And then laid myself down and slept

I would have raised my glass to you
Simply for being in my life
And appreciated you
Near or far

I would have remembered
I had a long way to go
And allowed myself time to sit down
And rest

I would not have kept running
Exhausted, into bad choices
Out of—what?—pain, excuses
Surrender to the wrong troops

I would have kept breathing through the heartache
Labor pains of learning, rhythmic and sharp
I would have stopped everything around me to realize that nothing
Nothing in my life
Is as important as what I am called to do now

But late is better than never
In my case, at least
And if I had known then
What I know now
I would not be here, now
And I know, the learning is not over…………..
I will wake up and start again.