Tarsarlan
Bluelighter
It should be easy
I know what I need to do
But theres cobwebs in every doorway
Doubts everywhere
So I just sit here
Waiting for the tears to fall
Ever pushing onwards
Hoping for a resolution
I'm not truly sad
Infact mostly rather happy
Yet as I write I feel I'm ready to cry
I havn't cried for years,
But this is the closest I've ever got
Waiting for the tears to fall
Even though I know what I need to do
To make the pain stop
I've equal certainty I won't do it
And no matter the times I tell myself
To have courage
That it'll be ok
That I have nothing to fear
I still sit here
Waiting for the tears to fall
I don't even know if she has any idea
And that's the problem basically
Does she have any idea how I feel?
Waiting for the tears to fall
If I knew I wouldn't feel this way
And I shouldn't feel this way
Waiting for the tears to fall
Because while she might not
Feel as strongly as I
I know she doesn't hate me,
Far from it infact
But that is all I am certain of
Waiting for the tears to fall
And if that is certain
Shouldn't I be able to tell her how I feel,
Without fear
And yet...
I still sit here
Waiting for the tears to fall
This emotional tempest
Would probably drive her away
Confusion stares,
Anger flares
Drying my unshed tears
Why should I cry?
I'm not really sad!
Just ...uncertain...
But then the fires die
And I'm here still
Waiting for the tears to fall
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I wrote this at a time in my life where I was in a bit of turmoil, not that long ago really but because of changed feelings and levels of emotion (the tempest has died down to a calm breeze as far as sadness and confusion are concerned, but the love still burns strong) I'm able to show others this without those feelings overwhelming me...
I know what I need to do
But theres cobwebs in every doorway
Doubts everywhere
So I just sit here
Waiting for the tears to fall
Ever pushing onwards
Hoping for a resolution
I'm not truly sad
Infact mostly rather happy
Yet as I write I feel I'm ready to cry
I havn't cried for years,
But this is the closest I've ever got
Waiting for the tears to fall
Even though I know what I need to do
To make the pain stop
I've equal certainty I won't do it
And no matter the times I tell myself
To have courage
That it'll be ok
That I have nothing to fear
I still sit here
Waiting for the tears to fall
I don't even know if she has any idea
And that's the problem basically
Does she have any idea how I feel?
Waiting for the tears to fall
If I knew I wouldn't feel this way
And I shouldn't feel this way
Waiting for the tears to fall
Because while she might not
Feel as strongly as I
I know she doesn't hate me,
Far from it infact
But that is all I am certain of
Waiting for the tears to fall
And if that is certain
Shouldn't I be able to tell her how I feel,
Without fear
And yet...
I still sit here
Waiting for the tears to fall
This emotional tempest
Would probably drive her away
Confusion stares,
Anger flares
Drying my unshed tears
Why should I cry?
I'm not really sad!
Just ...uncertain...
But then the fires die
And I'm here still
Waiting for the tears to fall
-------------------
I wrote this at a time in my life where I was in a bit of turmoil, not that long ago really but because of changed feelings and levels of emotion (the tempest has died down to a calm breeze as far as sadness and confusion are concerned, but the love still burns strong) I'm able to show others this without those feelings overwhelming me...
