To know that you love someone, but to have that someone make you doubt that love for that someone is very confusing. When you know what you feel in your heart but it appears to another that what’s in your heart isn’t really real is even more confusing. So what is it that is felt then? Are you saying that this is make believe or a mere game called “Pretend?” Or is this that other game called “Manipulation?” Are you enjoying feeling you’re in control? Am I simply a puppet you like dangling from strands of string? You know, maybe it’s you that have misinterpreted the meaning of love. Maybe it is you who’s mind is twisted and confused. Maybe it is you that’s struggling to receive or accept love. Maybe I’ve just uncovered the truth. MAYBE, just maybe!
Just when you think life could be grand,
And when you start to believe that something really can,
Be all you’ve hoped and dreamed it would be,
Reality opens your eyes yet again to see,
That what you thought could be, would not be,
And that I must say is so upsetting to me!
She knows in her heart it’s time to let go,
Yet when she steps to the edge she won’t break ahold,
Just like a baby bird she’s afraid to leave the nest,
Afraid of what’s above and beyond the comfort of that nest,
Afraid to say goodbye because goodbye sounds like forever,
Afraid to break the unity they have built so strongly together,
Through obstacles, uphill battles and pain, they’ve conquered much,
In times of despair and weariness, it was your hand in which she clutched,
So how does she let go in order to face the path ahead?
How does she enter into the territory in which she dared not tread?
Yet she knows down in the depth of her being, she has to let go,
Because time won’t allot her to stay at the edge of the nest anymore!