Three months is too long
to hold onto hope,
But here I am clutching it in my fist
like it's my very will to live.
I need to set it free,
I'll watch it fly across the sky,
Wings soaring high
like the love we never shared.
And if I need to get some closure,
The hope will still be there,
Because hope can never leave
even if you've set it free.
I'll hold onto those silver linings
like I've done my entire life,
Something new might be blooming,
And maybe this hope won't die.
I’ve always wondered
What it’s like to be myself
Openly and honest
And not hiding behind bookshelves
Waiting for someone to see
And let me into their heart.
A guy is knocking
My neighbor is doing Duolingo across the street,
He’s in his sixties learning a new language
And I’m just eating leftovers, watching him,
Wondering if he’s practicing French for his husband.
I don't think you're a waste of space,
I'll give you my room and my pillow
As long as you make the bed afterwards,
And close the windows to keep the rain out.
I don't think your not enough,
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