You are beautiful,
A radiance I'll never know,
A radiance I'll never truely feel, touch or hold.
You don't care, you don't know to care,
I'm just another face in the world,
Another person that passes by,
Another that only gets a glance,
A small touch from your life.
A rain drop of thought,
Not the flood I dream of,
The lake that I long for lying alone each night,
Gazing through the window and hoping, longing, dreaming,
That the next drop will lasts longer,
Or lands in the right place,
That drop that doesnt blend in,
But makes you blink and brush your eye,
Because that is the one you truly notice,
The drop that touches you,
The one that can make realise its raining,
That the ocean is falling and you can feel it,
Enjoy the rain,
Hope for that drop to congregate,
Create a puddle, a pond, lake or ocean,
Then I'll be happy,
When I am an ocean in your life
Not just a rain drop in the crowds of others.
You're a sour bitch.
But too much and you sting.
The only thing you're good for is a small burst of flavour.
Then you're not needed.
You're just some decoration on the side.
Make a cut and you hurt.
You don't care,
Why should you?
There seems a certain satisfaction in getting what you want.
However.
It is said that more satisfaction can be gained from the chase.
'The pleasures in the chase.' i believe is the phrase.
But.
Its not all the time things go your way.
You may come up short. (not a euphemism.)
Miss an opportunity.
Or you just might not have the strength.
You may think you want something.
But sometimes.
Just sometimes.
Your not missing out at all.
You may just come across something you want or even need.
Only the next day.
