There I sat thinking,
Hoping that someday you'll realize how much you mean to me,
That someday you'll listen to my voice and hear my heart,
That someday I'll have courage enough to pour out my deepest wants to you,
Wants that could ruin me but I care not if its for you.
I sat thinking,
Hoping that someday I don't push you away from me forever,
That someday my anger does not burn the bridge between us,
That someday I can be who you need me to be,
Non-threatening and all-supporting
That someday my heart will stop crying out to you.
It was all I could think of,
That someday this confusing, impatient phase would fade away,
That someday I'll finally stand on one side of the road rather than the middle,
The road of loving you or not,
It should be one or the other, shouldn't it?
I'm afraid to stop loving you,
Cos you'll be nothing to me once I stop,
But to keep loving you is like pricking a wound with a hot pin.
How I wish I know the future,
That someday it will all be clear to me,
That one day I'll let you go.