|When you were an inspiration of excess,|
I sat on the side lines and wished.
But there was no way
I was going to risk rejection
You had it all, great looks,
love for life,
The best I could do was hope,
Hope that you would notice,
That was not your method either.
For the longest time I hoped
You and I could become an item.
Even when I was lucky enough, to
Ride next to you in your
I was unable to show you what I felt
Now we are both living in separate arrangements.
You in your fast fashionable lifestyle,
Me, in my small safe world of ink and paper.
Micro components of life.
A life of half measures
And full regrets