Tales of Bygone Lovers

The Telling's of Time

A fluttering flame within me, you kindled

Then my feelings were interrupted

Assumed they would forever be disrupted

At which I was more than a little sad

Because those memories never dwindled

Mutual attraction was something I'd never had

Your charms captivated me

Then, once more, I was set free

But I am not without a care

My emotions are scattered here and there

This means I can go back to thinking about you

Except now I don't really want to

Out of worry that I've fucked it up

My chagrin, like a bullet to the shin

I wish it was as simple as a little yellow buttercup

When placed under your chin

It will glow yellow if you're the right one

That way I'd be certain things wouldn't come undone

But everything is happenstance

I don't want another flimflam

At present, I'm not ready to take that chance

To once again risk everything and expose

All I am

In aspiration to never say farewell

I suppose

If everything will turn out well

Only time can tell

And who knows what it will say?

But until the day

For love, I have no more aggravation

I will leave the contemplation

Of if you will ever be mine

To the tantalizing tellings of time