There's been moments in life where I've searched for your face,
For a tender-filled word, a love to embrace.
Those moments failed short, they rarely broke through,
Like I was this horrid-rotten-displaced-soul to tend to.
There's been moments in life where I've reached for your hand,
An aiding support that would raise me up sound.
But I've kidded myself day after day -for you rarely saw me as a worthy child to praise.
For the many passing years that I've just yearned for,
For you to reflect and harbour some ache for -yet, at those moments you just muscle in;
Caring less about my way of doing most things.
That was your way -it still is today;
For no saint you are -you're the devil at play.
You held a contempt which summoned my face,
I lacked the courage to stand against your disgrace.
There's moments in time where things fall in place,
You're not the bearer of the many things I have graced.
You fail to see all the good that I do, you focus on traits that's not mine to hold on to.
There are moments in time where I just wonder,
If ever you did really love me fonder.
I can't see through the smog of the screen, you've managed to push between yourself and me.
There are moments,
Just moments,
I really wonder...
I wonder,
I wonder,
I really, really wonder.
~ Copyright © Ozlem Yikici 10.03.2013
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Just reflecting.
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