Enough.
That place in my mind;
I wish I could tell you how I feel. But I never was one for words.
I wish I could paint something for you. Something that showed you how I felt about you. But I know I could never paint anything that amazing.
I am not very skilled in making or creating beautiful things. I just worship them from afar, sitting in the corner with my strangely dyed hair and a cigarette.
I’ll watch you from the corner as you laugh and enjoy the company of all those around you. Watch the lucky people enjoy you, get to be with you.
Occasionally you’ll glance over at me and give me a smile or just look at me with those eyes. And I won’t speak, just smile lightly, nervously. Because I know I haven’t the right to talk to you. I’m not special enough.
So then you look away again, or more likely someone tugs your sleeve because they’re so eager to bask in your light. And then you’ve forgotten me, and you knew me for only one second.
Just one second every few weeks on a Saturday night. It’s enough for me.
I wish I could paint something for you. Something that showed you how I felt about you. But I know I could never paint anything that amazing.
I am not very skilled in making or creating beautiful things. I just worship them from afar, sitting in the corner with my strangely dyed hair and a cigarette.
I’ll watch you from the corner as you laugh and enjoy the company of all those around you. Watch the lucky people enjoy you, get to be with you.
Occasionally you’ll glance over at me and give me a smile or just look at me with those eyes. And I won’t speak, just smile lightly, nervously. Because I know I haven’t the right to talk to you. I’m not special enough.
So then you look away again, or more likely someone tugs your sleeve because they’re so eager to bask in your light. And then you’ve forgotten me, and you knew me for only one second.
Just one second every few weeks on a Saturday night. It’s enough for me.
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