Idealist

I kept waiting for the perfect moment

where I would tell you how I felt.

It would have been one evening

strolling down a quiet lane.

 

I would’ve held you close

I would whisper in your ear.

All the things you always known

Would suddenly be crystal clear.

 

I would’ve said the right words,

not needing a reply

having learnt to love you

without holding you back.

 

I would’ve been strong enough

to know you’d always be free

And I’d love you without needing you

Knowing you’d be there for me.

 

It was never the perfect moment.

I was never ready for us

There was always some improvement

I never was good enough.

 

And because I waited too long

there’s nothing I can say

The window is now closed

I feel you drift away.

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