Dusty

He Loved me for a little while before he decided he was done with me

He set me aside like an old book on a bookshelf wishing its spine wasn't so dusty

m.a.a

Thrill

My mind wanders to the many different eyes it would have been
And snap on one that very much should have happened.

But i keep my eyes closed and my mouth open.
Don't think so much i reprimand myself,

You'll destroy yourself in the process
But i really cant help it. 

I wonder as my thoughts think about the what ifs and should haves if they really did happen.
But maybe i'm a dreamer and i chose the wrong answer.

And i'll never know what would have happened if only i'd kissed him.
I should have kissed him..

I wish i was more reckless and yet said no when i wanted,
I've tried to rewind the clock but only have managed to pause it.

I'm stuck on the thought of the thrill of a different life
Or maybe just the idea that revolves around it.

m.a.a

Questions

 -There are so many things I never realized I wanted-

-Like traveling the world so I might not be forgotten -

-Time keeps me in its grasp
it's freedom being flaunted-

-If only there was a way that this life could be confronted-

-A coffee mug in hand and a notebook in the other, my view of things would still be distorted-

-Even if I had all the time in the world
so many questions would be left unresponded-

-M.a.a-