I Was Never One For Romantics
I’m sure you could never fathom
that I’ve been thinking of you in my sleep.
Some may like to call them dreams -
but I don’t believe in fairytales, or make believe.
Thoughts are intentional, dreams just that - dreams.
So I like to say I’m thinking of you,
intentionally and deliberately pondering your name,
I’ve let my emotions get the best of me - what a shame.
Every day I’d walk by a sea of faces
and wonder if yours was in the mix,
hiding amongst some shadows
just waiting for me to lighten up a little bit.
I’m trying to take my time
and concentrate on me being me,
but I keep thinking, “Will I ever find you?”
and if I don’t, would you ever find me?
I’m a nervous wreck, and this emotion’s got me twisted -
the symptoms are obvious, as are the signs.
One can easily become a hopeless romantic, go ahead and try.
In love with the idea of love - what a sad little lie.
It has me sold out and in search to find,
this certain someone that it promised was mine.
Made for me, and I for them -
I just want to know when this hopeless feeling will end.
- Derek Ellis
