Was it alright? Our decisions?
Or did we need incisions?Am I making the right choice?
That, we made a rejoice?I won't lie that I love to see you every day. And that I know that I wanted it this way.
But it's just.. Something off.
Like a calm before the storm; until there's a cough.Consisting of sadness, and pain.
Lost trust, and much disdain.I want you so, but the matriarch doesn't.
And it scares me, that our solace will become a lost glacé.
The shine in our lives might be lost.
And it pelts my mind so, etching me with frost.The cold front already passed, but I really feel like it could be last.
I want to hold your hand, I want to lay on your shoulder.
But I may sink in the sand, and fall under a boulder.
We're playing a dangerous game, just out of sight of a happening that is the same.
But I think in the end if we try, maybe I really could be your guy.
But it's okay if you aren't, I just want what's best for you.
Hopefully that doesn't mean I'm going blue.
But if all goes awry, and I fall into the fog; I just hope you'll come back as a friend sometime, because I'll be waiting, perhaps just like a dog.
Waiting, waiting there, until the day comes.
Or doesn't.

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Psychology Anthology:Optus Jargon
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