There is a light,
one small glimmer.
It flickers like the flames,
fighting the darkness.
Dim,
but just enough power to leave a little spark in this dark room.
Leaving warmth over the shadows,
making the room just a little less scary,
a little less sad,
giving us comfort,
because sometimes even the shadows need a little comfort.
I hate that I am only loved when you feel like it,
like I'm lovable but only when there is nothing better,
you miss me but you just miss having me as an option,
you wish I was there but only when nobody else is free.
I care too much.
Doesn't sound possible right?
It is,
It definitely is,
and you'd wonder how that would be a problem right?
I want to live,
I want to hear a million songs and dance in the rain,
I want to kiss and make love,
I want to see the world from every angle,
meet people that I will love and ones I won't,
Comments
I love that last line so much!
Thank you!
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