*Longing for someone. Not acting on it when you’re given openings to do so because you’re waiting for the perfect moment.*
I’m in an asylum I created.
A prison in which I stay frustrated.
I feel fear and doubt of my own doing.
And all the while I keep on pursuing,
Chasing thoughts that you could really be mine,
Always close but never crossing that line.
I’m just left hoping for a chance with you,
Or a chance to prove all that I would do,
The lengths I’d go to win over your heart.
I just want the chance to give us a start.
I want to break free from these chains that bind.
I want my heart to stop being confined.
I think of you every night and day,
Waiting for the chance to sweep you away.