The unwritten petit histoire

A love never to be had.

I can’t be your lover and your friend

And my heart may be content

To just let things be what they may

Dancing as lovers as we go along the way

Timing is key

So they say

So I sped up the dial

And blurted out

What had been weighing on my chest

And maybe it would run the mile

Showered in letters

And words

My favorite

To the beat of a fine line

Sweet tears of beauty

As the clock hits midnight

Will you shower me with roses

And steal me away

Into the night

To let our bodies become one

Will you come to say goodbye

Or keep an open heart

And mind, for things to fly

I was ready to be lovers

And maybe this is what

That

Really means

I don’t think im ready

Just yet

Maybe we’ll meet

On November 9

But if your is closed

And you have a label in hand

Ready to be placed

On someone else’s land

I don’t think my heart could bare it

To have you close at last

Just to have your heart

Left behind, nowhere to be had