Saturday, August 6, 2011

Apologies

on and off years have brought us where we are, and needed to be
but with you and i, it's all apologies
and somethings were understood, others just not what they seemed
and i'll always like you for all the right reasons
maybe write them down as you sleep
either way, you and me, it's all apologies
every conversation, i cherished throughout
hoped for all things mutual, but you and i tend to resort to doubt
sometimes i get terribly embarrassed at what comes out of my mouth
knowing that you'll get that or feel that, i am often spilling at the seams
nonetheless, with you and me, it's all apologies
at least there is a safe comfort in knowing this is all long term
and all the times i've felt jealous, rest assured i'll get my turn
and sometimes i try to be quiet, just can't find the words
except i love what i've come to know, and the beaming person i see
i guess no matter what it's all apologies
and i can't find a phrase to erase misbeliefs, 
they are instilled deep in me too, it's just not worth the fight
to defend the truth; loving every version of you that comes out each night
the knowledge of someone just like you,
taking the time and putting effort into someone like me
i wouldn't try to explain the gratitude, of what that means
but i won't act that way, it's just all apologies
and we'll think that's what we've good for, a constant sorry
but you don't get treated deservingly and that's something i see
and i describe the desire to leave but the coming is just a lot harder to say
but conversing with you there's faith i can be okay
there's an intelligence in each statement, and love in each action
others could atempt it, but couldn't fake a fraction
of what you're rethinking or deeply caring about
if there were more of anything like you i ca say it's just more i wouldn't want to be without
so this is a thank you, and know i am happy in your presensece, and every minute i can feel your honestly
(and like you deserve it) if i'm not perfect, it's just all apologies

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