Saturday, September 19, 2009

feeling like i never should

living a life that i can't leave behind
while every day my confusion grows
i'm waiting for that final moment
you'll say the words that i can't say

why can't we be ourselves like we were yesterday

i'm not sure what this could mean
i don't think you're what you seem
i do admit to myself
that if i hurt someone else
then i'll never see just what we're meant to be

han thinks i'm love
there isn't any love, actually.
(or at least, i'm still in denial..)


i know, this's not quite it.
yet, there isn't a better term to label this feeling.
beyond infatuation, more than friends, not merely physical.

bizzare, yes.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

well, i agree with han.