Tuesday 1 December 2009

I give up.

To want to fly, but to stop, and wait for someone's wings that might never come.
Is this love?
Faith?

To want to find The One, and to wait, for the person who might never show.
Is this love?
Faith?

We prick ourselves deepest, believing that our swan song will be more beautiful because of the pain.
But enough music gets wasted before and after the heartbreak to make that a tragic waste.
I don't want one song, I want a thousand, every day.

It's time to start singing, and flying.
Who knows when he will join me, or if he ever will.
But it is time to go.
Not to leave, but to stop waiting.