Different paths

 

I'm scared love

will be looking the other way.

Will miss as I walk by that day.

Will forever fail to notice as I wave,

or think I am waving to someone else instead

and as I lay in my bed,

these thoughts rush through my head.

Will she see through my mask

and see the true me.

 

I fear love is

somewhere far away

from where I stay,

staring at an ocean wave

as I see the skyscrapers

instead.

Will she be swayed

by the tempting waters

or will she see beauty

beneath the grimy streets.

If she is true love

she will know I seek the waves,

I need the streets,

I want the mountains

and valleys between.

 

I worry that love

will be swayed down 

the other path,

whilst I'm sat awaiting 

her cute laugh.

Will she be taken in by charms

of men that should trigger alarms.

Will she even know I exist,

or will that glance get missed.

Will she fall into the arms

of a different kiss

as my blown kisses all fly past.

 

Will she be looking

the other way that day.

Will she be crossing the road

as I'm taking the subway.

Will she be in a taxi,

 as I'm taking a bus.

Will she be on a different track,

as I'm on a carriage traveling back.

I fear I’ll miss the signs

I'll be looking at the road,

the green light will blink

but I'll be too slow.

 

 

 

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