No time for me anymore?
I understand.
Things get crazy nowadays;
I know how it is.
Don’t search for excuses,
’cause I see right through them
like the veil of long hair
I once used to hide my tears.
So I’ll sit here quietly
awaiting my turn
even though it never comes
and minutes turn into long hours.
Long hours spent talking
with him instead,
because he’s there, he cares,
and he’s the best thing
I could have asked for.
Soon I find myself laughing
with dry cheeks and happy eyes,
and I wonder what ever
kept me away from this happiness
for so long.
Every minute with him
seems all too quick;
every day with him
I wish could last longer.
I can open to him
as I never have dared,
and I can trust him with all
of myself.
Because in his strong arms
I feel nothing is wrong,
and with him I feel
complete.