Just the Ordinary


Just the Ordinary

      ~Miss A

 

Why don’t you know it yourself, that the best you can ask is the ordinary

Wishing for your world for all, but the best he could do is just the ordinary

The best lived in the best times, the worst lived in the worst is the ordinary

Smile, you can deceive, manipulate but the burning is just the ordinary

I see you walking to me, fake anger on your nose, heels wearing the little

Of the source of your confidence, drag some book you act that interests

No, I was absolutely not thinking of you, because all you do is drain me

But didn’t someone teach you, a good lie is told with your eyes?

And don’t expect anything from my keeping track of your motions

I am just a bad as you, an enemy of you and dead of all emotions

You don’t even know what you’re doing, tired of all of your running

And then running up here, you know perfectly well where I would be

But it hasn’t clicked you yet, with so many things on your head

You haven’t even noticed where the trails of your heels are leading you

It’s the same right now as well; you said you hate me from the deepest

Of some place that exists inside you. But you didn’t notice all those places

Left empty in here for you to occupy, and you take a seat next to me

Ignoring my stance, making sure I know that you still have no love there

Silly, I am known for a good eye; and hate, I’m afraid I can see none.

You are surprised when you see me. And I had to suppress my laugh

How could you come to me, without even knowing it! Keep myself cold

Maybe it’s my fault! Need to put you in bit of more trouble than this

Let make your hatred as you say remember, to not to move you to me

Oh my little Sin, let me tell you I wasn’t thinking of you at all, I promise

But I can’t help confess it now that I was actually, since you won’t know it

So tired you are, already sleep, library is not what you want for a bed I know

But after everything, you don’t even know yourself that the place you’ve come

The place where you can find peace and comfort is next to me, so silly

Hate me all you can now! It would be hard for you later, I can say that!

I can say it, because it’s already hard for me, and you that can’t hear me still

You’re here, with me, in all your innocence and not the savage birdie-beak

On your nose, as if seeing me is just a bad luck caused by time and space

I really wanna be angry on that with you, but I am not blind, you silly

I can see how eyes shamelessly gleam and your stance gets faster to be near

Yet you’re always running away. Is the trouble-maker called Sin confused?

I am sorry I couldn’t stop myself from laying on the next as well.

I am sorry I couldn’t stop myself from staring at you sleeping so peacefully.

I am sorry I couldn’t stop myself from understanding what you mean underneath.

Will you not break me for all of it, would you forgive me for all these mistakes

Which I could not stop thinking of myself doing with you. Say yes please.

Or I would take your silence now for a yes. Oh! Sorry that you’re asleep

But thank you anyways, I needed it. And you have no idea how much.

Could you tell me your ways to break your stance, or shall I make you say it?

You would never understand it now, that I don’t ask for you like extraordinary

Show up to me like a rare piece and disappearing to be only left in memories

When I wake up every morning, I want to see your face, with no hesitations

Or stress or fear; I wanna live in the epitome of the life, smiling like crazy

Knowing you would be right here next to me, everyday; as if that’s ordinary.

 

 

 

 

 

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