The sun is setting,
But what is this feeling?
This itch I feel is so hard to explain.
Am I happy that night is coming?
Or scared that day is no more,
That it may never come back?
It's so much like you, and
I am confused. Do I want you to stay
Or do I wish you would never come back?
I am not sure…
Or maybe what confuses me the most,
is your inability to choose.
Is that why I hate sunset so much?
Or do I love it for its moment of indecision?
The death of day,
the birth of night
Good-bye light
hello darkness.
Maybe this isn't goodbye dear….
Maybe it is simply hello mistermed.
Shall I be the man and walk away?
E'en when my being is screaming?
Shall I wait for you, to find me…
When eventually you realize
Realize everything you've missed.
Maybe we were wrong - maybe.
Is it worth it?
Shunning me that is…
Maybe if you were the man you think you are,
You would walk away and
Quit Stringing Me On.
I wrote this about a year ago. It is about me and my boy friend at the times break up. Enjoy.