Apparently I am. And the problem is I don't really know what you mean. Or what anybody means, for that matter. A little guidance should be useful, but the harsh reality is you can't fake experience, and that is the only guide you can really get.
A little experience then, would be nice, but it isn't available. So that leaves me with a little prayer to you: can you just tell me? Spit it out, I won't get mad. Have mercy of me and let's talk about it. No games, a little less fun (or maybe the opposite of it). We'll play later, I promise. Or I'll leave you alone. Is that what you want?
I'll meet you whenever, or wherever, I can wait. I won't get hurt if you didn't mean what I wanted you to, hell, what I needed you to. It will set me free, to move on, or better, to stay put with the dream. But say it, and I'll leave the limbo. Allow me to fly, with or without you. I wasn´t made to stand still.
Love,
L.
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