Ⅻ

All of the things that I want to say just aren't coming out right

I'm tripping on words

You've got my head spinning 

I don't know where to go from here

Palpitations, sweat drippin' across my forehead

Racing; thumping in my chest

Moreover yours now, that you had your cuppa iced tea

To keep'cha on your toes in these frigid days

Random thoughts were the things you asked me

I didn't know how to say 

It's as though words didn't mean much

Can't even fix my gaze upon your face.

I wish, things were different,

Oh I really do I wish, things were cool

And I wish, you'd just listen

To this bumbling fool.

You have to remember

At the end of the day, she owes you nothing

Not the words, nor the secrets

Despite of all you thought you have done

That all the things she promised

May end up in vain

Maybe you should have thought of that

Before you put your heart in

Someone else's hands

Like your friend once said.

Patience.

You should have asked.

You should've.

And yet you didn't.

I always wondered

The things that you do

The way that you think

The questions that you ask

Take one day at a time, they said

And I'll guess I'll keep on waiting

Till there are days no more

for me to wait

-Hakim