Never to the Right Person

Life is very simple, yet complicated indeed.

You have to work your hardest to succeed,

but it's never hard enough you see.

In free speech, there is a law.

In free building and creation there is a saw.

You can love whoever you want, but only the person who is accepted.

You can tell your opinions, but only if it's precepted.

We are built into a system of believing we're free,

yet the people who knock on the edge of the glass are insane,

mundane

They need to be held at an arms length.

Trust nothing they say, for they rave to be sent away, fight with all their strength.

Even in your own head you are not free, not in control.

For you are bound by your heart's emotion, let out only to stroll

Pulled back in if you get to far, lets not be to hasty to run away my dear.

Your smile is controlled by your heart, even your tear.

You wish to get over the feelings you have, because in your mind you know they're not correct.

They are unaccepted, but you are just a subject.

Subjected to your hearts desires, not your minds.

You cover your feelings, close the blinds.

You don't want the people to know how you feel.

Pretend it's fake, it's not there, that it's not real

Then you finally accept your feelings, that's how they go away, right?

You scream the words out, fight the current, and your feeling you wright.

it's supposed to get rid of them. To make them disappear,

But you, you are wrong, I fear.

You see, just because you wright them out, and their out of your system,

that's just for one day. For all your wise and your wisdom.

You're are wrong again. Drying out a well isn't for long. It'll fill back up.

You'll drink and drink, but over flowing always is your cup.

Little child don't you see? You wright them to strangers to read.

But why don't you tell them to the person, instead of your bed.

You haven't told him that your obsessed, and have been for years. Oh, my baby.

You don't tell her that this is what you want, you don't fight, because maybe

just maybe it'll be alright. But my poor baby, no it won't.

They tell you that loving somebody is being able to let them go.

I suppose so

But why don't you fight? Fight tooth and nail until there is no chance to win?

Swim harder, up the current, against the stream, you can do it with only one fin.

I won't let you let go. But I also will.

because this, we all swallowed. One single pill.

To sit in silence. Even the wildest of hearts,

the ones who break apart.

They were silent also. Until they could no longer.

Until their heart was stronger.

And though my heart, it raves.

And though my love, it caves,

I cannot speak yet. For now I am to scared, and I am comfortable. In the pain,

in the drowning, in the constant aching. In the rain.

I am comfortable. Because I have learned, but not unlearned.

I have burned, but not unburned.

Romeo and Juliette could have made it, you know?

if they only had the time to let their hope grow.

If only had they waited a second more.

But they were just one second poor.

But tomorrow I'll speak up. I'll tell them how I feel, what I want.

Maybe I'll write it out in a cute font.

But for sure I'll do it tomorrow,

but my darling, we both know.