There are times you talk about family
For how they made you feel,
or they didn’t.
There are times you talk about friends
For good things, they’d promised,
or they hadn’t.
There are times you’ll talk about
People or things you care,
or you won’t.
Maybe it’s time for you to go
Maybe it’s time for you to change,
or maybe it’s just you
A person of wishful thinking.
That you wake up each day
To look forward to feeling
Something new —
Yet, it still feels the same.
That you speak to the whole world —
How infatuated you have been,
No more, no more,
“It’s it, I would first fall in love with.”
That you long for the moments
More than the persons themselves.
Of dancing stars and night skies,
To which you weep your tears most.
It isn’t just you.