A thought that may always reoccur:
The difference between me and her?
When it came to him, I never settled.
(Maybe settling is the smarter way
just never give your heart away
those three words- don't start to say
cause you'll cast yourself a part to play
when truth is, you'll grow apart one day.
So the heart I wear is still on a chain
some try to grasp it, but always in vain
cause my mind's always on the next train
concocting a satisfying verse or refrain
that can temporarily ease my clouded brain)
Thoughts like that always yield ones unspoken
too revealing, too raw, and too broken
doomed to parenthesis in some poem
containing words that she'll never show (him)
