i wish some things were certain while others
remain a mystery so i don’t go chasing after them
for any particular reason,

when feelings and emotions get caught up
there’s no end and no escape,

sometimes when you do know,
there’s still nothing that can be done about it.

i can’t help but feel the way i do,
walking home, as the sky cries, i cry too,
i wish i could just tell you,
this feeling that gets me, makes me a fool
i try to front, put on a cover, but in the end
i feel just like any other.

i don’t think you realize how you make me feel.
& i don’t think i can ever tell you…ever

act now.

act now, and if now means NOW,
then you have to do it soon.

don’t let it get by, once its past
you can’t rewind back the time,
the moment, the night, the feeling,

there’s nothing else and you need nothing more,
than to say how you really feel,
and know what it’s not anymore.

strangers.

is this what we’ve come?
where we can no longer speak as friends?
where a simple gesture is questioned?
when we merely pass each other by hoping to never remember what had happened, or what will happen,
because having it not happen is better?

im afraid. im scared. inside it’s me..im trembling
my eyes get watery, and my words are a slur,
im all jumbled with my thoughts, as if i can not concur
but why, why does it have to be so hard?

im not intoxicated, i can think fine,
its just you make it so hard for me,
when all i ever wanted was you to be mine.

i wish i could rewind back the time
to remind you about that night.

as easy as it was to happen
it was as easy to forget,

but i blame myself..for letting it mean more
than what it really meant.

your warmth, your touch,
these feelings that make my heart melt.

something about the way you hold me,
and the feelings that aren’t said directly
it just makes my body diffuse,

the moment replays over and over in my head
like its something that’s suppose to happen for real,
but its not but a mere night full of intoxication’s,

makes me wonder how i’m suppose to act,
makes me wonder where i’m suppose to be at.

just when i thought i could let go, and start again
i lead myself back to where i ended up in the first place.

start anew.

a blank canvas, is where you start anew.
a new beginning, a fresh start

but what we have to remember is that
once something is started, another has to end

let me breathe, let me take a step back to see
the mistakes that i have made
so i can learn from my past repeats
to at least make myself feel better
about what i’ve done wrong to make right again.