Issues on a roll,
We’re on all time low.
I said,
“There’s still some rice on the bowl.”
He said,
“Don’t let the food run cold.”
Now we will go real slow,
But baby, we will reach our goal.
Writings of a Phobophobe.
Issues on a roll,
We’re on all time low.
I said,
“There’s still some rice on the bowl.”
He said,
“Don’t let the food run cold.”
Now we will go real slow,
But baby, we will reach our goal.
Toward atoll she will roll,
For a gold for the soul.
A requirement for bravery,
All she will touch be lined silvery.
The heart bleeds as it yawns,
For she will never settle for bronze.
A hidden love;
A silent word.
Emotional glances;
Swift advances.
You ignited this fervour,
Now I’d take all the chances.
Emotions,
She was trying to hide.
Been a year,
Waiting to subside.
Insecure,
Desperate for a guide.
Perhaps a man like him,
To bring her light.
Be not like a flower —
It expires when it withers.
Perhaps be like creepers —
Undying and unrelentless.
Or maybe be like water —
Adaptable and renews in cycles.
Don’t feel pressured,
Take your time.
For no one should dictate,
The pace of your life.
Do we know the existence of fear because of the existence of love?
Or do we know the existence of love because of the existence of fear?
How do we know the answer,
When we don’t know the definition of either?
I gave my heart too much,
Too much leeway,
To miss you too much.
I gave myself too little,
Too little courage,
To share my feelings a little.
I wish I had enough to say it out loud,
“I’d want to know if you’d ever like me.”
I refused to be a face in the crowd,
But that’s what I ended up exactly to be.
Things I wanted to say,
Seems like a real taboo.
Before you walk away,
Let me get a taste of you.
Like my tea cold but my coffee hot,
I guess not many got that.
I’m afraid this remains a thought,
But, you were the courage I wish I had.