Psychology Anthology:Optus Jargon

Waiting

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.