Time

You say you want my time,

to spend it with me,

but you don't get my rhythm or rhyme,

there is so much that you just can't see,

I make time for you,

on a whim i come over and hang on your every word,

can't you see what you do,

I just want everything to stop so I can be heard,

you say you want more than just friends,

life is more precious than you know,

is this the beginning of the end?

do I dare let love show?

to feign feelings to continue a facade,

I want love but is it wrong to want it with someone who won't desire me on the same level?

I feel like such a fraud,

caught in the chains of societies ever encompassing bonds, i just want to rebel

I desire to be cared for by another,

so when you say you want my time,

i begin to wonder,

how much of my time do you want are you going to leave me like a forgotten rhyme?

will you hold me close and share your time with me?

for time is precious and we do not have much to give,

for you see,

its such a short life we live...

-cybele