I cant help but to feel what I feel.
I wont say its been facile being taken apart,
The guilt, the secrecy my lips will forever conceal,
If a criminal mind will override a delayed heart. . .
I cant help but to want what is postponed. . .
But theres something that is new, what might be something good.
Hard to keep away from mind overtaking what ifs,
Always playing in my head...
--am I missing out?
And Ill hear his voice on the line, Ive missed it,
But I can see you here, so perfectly enchanting.
Youll stand across the room, and maybe youll admire, and Ill admire--
Maybe youd compose a message, and maybe Ill reply--
Maybe youll smile at me, and maybe Ill smile back.
Looking at our pictures, moments that are irreplaceable, I promised to wait--
But he speaks to me, And for that very second, hed blank me out--
A criminal mind, but its innocent.
Living on imaginative clouds of fresh air and potential beauty,
Its unreal, I can make it real; but I wouldnt. . .
