If I could tell you that I wanted you
I already would have
If I could tell you that I think about you
I already would have
If I could express the need for your lips on mine
My lips would have told you
Had I been able to share my late night thoughts of you
You would know by now
If there was a way to indicate my desire
My arms would be open for you
If I knew the magic words to utter
They would have been spoken
They would be a part of your reality
For you alone to to hear
And not the sky, the trees, my friends..
Anyone but you..
My confidence is an illusion, glamour magic
Meant to fool all but those who matter
And you matter, so why are you fooled???
Why can't you hear the quiet breath
The one that says ''How are you''?
But means ''I'm thinking of you''
Or feel on the breeze my energy
That promises a tender kiss
Or just *know* that my thoughts are yours
In a rare moment of quiet
Amidst the demands of a busy life
Of other people who need your attention
Why can't you sense the nature of the connection
When you are in that dreamy state before sleep?
Is there too much noise?
Does your life take so much of you
That there is no time, no energy
To be at one with yourself
To feel the currents of conscious and unconscious thought?
Do you miss your own signals or just mine?
Do you have time to close your eyes
And hope for more
Are you in touch enough to know
That what you have is not enough..
If I could... oh.. if only I could
Show you the way I see the world
The way I view it... would you see
Would it make sense to you?
Could I make you see that...
There are no accidents
Everything happens for a reason
Be it loss or gain
And that you spoke to me for a reason
You opened up dialogue
That could take you on a different path
The path is open... I am here... waiting
I see it before me, have you noticed the sign?
Do you know the path is yours?
Are you worried this path you laid was meant for other feet
Another heart, soul, mind?
Walk it... walk only a mile... and you will see
Bravery is not just to be found in doing the right thing
It is not always found in deeds
It is thing found in having the courage to view yourself
And to know that you want more
And are entitled to more than you have
Not money, not cars, not in the clothes you wear
But in acknowledging that what your heart wants
Matters more than 'just getting on with it'
In laying in the bed you made
Sometimes you make the bed wrong
Sleep in it? Or get out and do something
Depends on what kind of rest your heart craves
I know when you are tired it's easy to sleep with the lumps
But you don't wake up refreshed
If I could only..... but it's your bed....
