Every single day, my eyes
like to wander around
just to look and linger on you.
And when I see you glance
at me, I turn around and
talk to someone as an excuse.
I wish I could approach you,
but our history just
makes it a difficult task to do.
Seems like you've moved on,
out of the gray. Into color,
the reds, the greens, the blues.
Differences in abundance, and
lives lived opposite, I
thought we could've put that aside.
But you were the negative and
I was the positive of a
battery that was destined to die.
If our worlds weren't so different,
maybe we had a chance
and I'd take that opportunity if it came.
I know you may not be the best,
but I still feel that desire
that refuses to leave and go away.
I guess only time can unfold
what lies ahead for us,
hoping we'd be like we once were.
Until my mind surrenders to the
fact we can't be, allow me to
keep on living in wonder.
