Good Things Aren'T Supposed To Go To Waste

During a thunderstorm at the midnight hour I wrote you a letter that I'll never send I wrote it when I was alone so unless I give it to you those words will always be mine I might not keep them but they are valuable because I thought them I wrote them and said them and read them I said that I've see you around town and I hope things are looking up for you I said that I hope you're getting the help that you need and I said nice things about your family because they are such lovely people and I said that you are too, really I tried to keep it nice but then I got brutal and blunt and said that you can't heal on your own because you keep your addiction so close I said that you keep your addiction in first place which keeps you from handling reality because it throws off your perspective and light of life and in my letter I told you how I waited on a guitar player at the cafe today and he said that his favorite audience has become the young and the old because of the way they take interest and inquire and I didn't say this in my letter, but I wish that you would enjoy an audience like that because that is a wholesome audience I said that your thoughts, mistakes, and feelings are worth acknowledging because they are honest and real and they provide perspective and help you prosper I was very frank when I said that you've been blessed with talents and charm and it was really harsh when I said that it's selfish to keep them all to yourself because you have a gift to connect with people and help them grow and I said that you have so much potential but you're trashing it and good things aren't supposed to go to waste I'm thinking that the thunder storm will fuel my poem because the wind blows my curtains around like I saw on Mickey Mouse once when I was little while the rain hits my deck like a hundreds of marbles dumped from an economy sized coffee can and the lightning stabs and cracks flashes in the black humid breeze several seconds before the thunder barrels at the silence I like for writing but my lyrics are so raw that they don't need fuel because I have the ruthless heart of an objective friend who believes in you because good things aren't supposed to go to waste