What Could It Be
What could it be?
Am I just trapped in what I thought would be?
Is it just my imagination that’s bringing me temporary satisfaction?
Is contentment setting me up for future failure?
What is this that I feel when there is silence between us?
That feeling of being somewhere else with someone else that I don’t even know.
That feeling that haunts me every day, leads me astray and leaves me feeling out of control.
Friends for countless years, lovers for one, could that decision jeopardise?
Flames to dust, lovers to friends so concise.
I don’t know what it is but I thought we would make it
But something inside of me doesn’t want me to make it.
Is the promise ring losing its value?
Every time you lie to me or not involve me, conduct that disregards.
Is it your stubbornness or ego that I cannot bear?
Or is there simply something wrong with me, am I losing care?
I start to wonder, were you a rebound? Was I just lonely?
Maybe I need sometime alone to figure if you’re my one and only.
Time is of the essence, I can’t feel like this forever.
Lord help me, I thought this was a response from what I wrote in the prayer box
Maybe it was
Or maybe just a paradox.
Maybe i should wait for your touch
That's when I feel sane
All I need right now is your touch
Copyright © Sibuko Dlamini | Year Posted 2019
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