Wherefore art thou?
Balconies tall yet far
Unseen through traffic lights
though country stars may shine bright
Crickets were never your calling
Time passes by
But you stand still
Worlds revolving around you
Not in the way you’d wish them to
Stars in the sky
A twinkle shines bright
A plane jetting off to some unknown place
Managing to make things feel like time will never pass
Was she forgettable?
Because she didn’t forget you
Maybes and what ifs
And questions of character and personality
When the truth is simple
He’s no Romeo
At least not your Romeo
He’s not going to fight for you
Or die for you
He’s not going to show up and confess his love
He’s not going to throw pebbles at your window
He’s not your Romeo
Move on girl
Let it go girl
Its ok I gotcha
What did they mean?
How far would you go?
To rekindle a fallen romance
A feeling you once felt
Something that til this day
Has stayed deep within your soul
Memories trail blaze
Ablaze in flames
Smoke; the only recognition that it was ever even there in the first place
Whatever “it” was
And you sit and you wonder
Heart skipping a beat
Causing an involuntary flutter
Did you miss it?
Did it pass you by?
Were you clueless?
Or were they selfish?
With a capital I
Or was it fear?
Why are we always so afraid to feel?
Afraid to show that feeling to someone else?
Maybe they will agree
Maybe they’ll get it
Maybe they’ll feel what you feel
And you’ll ride off into the sun set on the white horse he came trotting in on
Or maybe they won’t agree
Maybe they won’t get it
Maybe they’ll never feel what you feel
I guess that’s the risk you take when you wear your heart on your sleeve for others to read
I guess that’s the risk you take in everything
It’s better than being hopeless
At least this way
You learn to laugh at yourself a little
Be gentle to others
While you’re protecting your heart from the fears they hold
Think about the other person’s heart
What are they trying to protect theirs from?
The heart is something that isn’t meant to be broken
But it often is
Riddled with emotional scars and experience you may not necessarily want
We trick ourselves into thinking that getting our hearts broken is common
That every heartache is a growth process, a lesson learned
And that may be true
But what happens if you fall in love and that person fell back
And it stuck
And you lived happily ever after
Wouldn’t that be something?
That’s the magic in believing
Call it hopeless
Call it childish
Call it whatever the hell you want
Maybe the fairytales got it right
But most importantly
Keep your soul Romantic 😉
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