Comprehension is the First Step to Letting Go
There's a glass
A crack
The striker
A match
Each a metaphor
To a certain extent
Never reaching beyond
Only vague and aloof
Trying hard to explain
But at the same time confuse
We both talk in riddles
But you have it worse
Speaking in analogies
While I reach out in verse
At least I know I'm honest
But with you I'm never sure
Quit playing games with messages
Don't make me say it first
But this time I'm not sharing
I won't let you win this fight
I'll keep my words inside me
And not send them as goodnight
You may regret this unknowing
What you lost was
What you had
And maybe maybe next time
You won't wait to strike the glass
A crack
The striker
A match
Each a metaphor
To a certain extent
Never reaching beyond
Only vague and aloof
Trying hard to explain
But at the same time confuse
We both talk in riddles
But you have it worse
Speaking in analogies
While I reach out in verse
At least I know I'm honest
But with you I'm never sure
Quit playing games with messages
Don't make me say it first
But this time I'm not sharing
I won't let you win this fight
I'll keep my words inside me
And not send them as goodnight
You may regret this unknowing
What you lost was
What you had
And maybe maybe next time
You won't wait to strike the glass