Isn't that how all your stories start?
But this one is different . . .
Aren't they all?
Right now I'm torn between maybe he's the one and maybe I just want him to be .
And my mind is telling me to slow down , but my heart keeps on rushing me .
Because I'm tired of waiting , tired of lonely tired of being the only one without "the one"
What's the point of late night talks and early morning hellos if it goes no where?
What's the point of spilling your heart and bearing your soul if no one really cares ?
What ever happen to roses and first dates
Pillow talk and staying up late
Phone calls just to hear their voice on the other line
Please , please tell me I'm not wasting my time .
On you . On this .
Please, please don't ever having me questioning
"What is this?" or "What are we?"
Promise you'll make it clear before it ever gets that far .
I don't wanna be the only one trying , the only one who's all in , head over feet
And I know it's too early to tell , but I always play for keeps
Because what's the point if there's no end
I want a husband , I have enough "just friends"
I just need to know where I stand , so I know whether it's safe to fall
Give me your word & I'll give you my all.
-Taj
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