a life of half measures

By JdSchooley

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, personality, love for life, Style The best I could do was hope, Hope that you would notice, Take charge. 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 Mustang convertible, 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