Snoozing

Shot dead, you’ve driven yourself into sadness

Your fault, you’ve taken the road down, you hopeless

Timing is everything, you specialize in waiting for the right opportunity

Yet its possible you pass up and and snooze on fearful excuse making stupidity
Critical you are, unwanted you feel, loving all that you can’t have

Yet hoping one day they’ll be the one to say it to you first.

Hopeful, always hopeful.

While you sit and wait, these others make moves and yet only silently there you stood.

She’s going away. 

I don’t think she’s going to stay.

You miss her don’t you?  Of course you do, she’s everything you never expected.

Everything you could want in someone that you think you could be with.

Enough, full, not empty, not half full, and just right.

Its what you want.

There’s nothing else that would make you doubt her.

Nobody understands you the way she can.

No one ever made you feel the way she did.

Doesn’t feel like you’ll meet anyone with that kinda aura for a while.