Don't Know What Prompted This...

RANDOM MUSINGS. Esther Moore

If home is where the heart is, then there are bars on my windows and locks on my doors.
If ignorance is bliss, than it’s no wonder I don’t want to know you anymore.
A dream is a whish your heart makes, and my heart loves wishful thinking.
I’ve set my sail, pulled up my anchor, so why am I still sinking?
They say live and let die, but who am I to say who is or isn’t?
I like to think myself free because no one would really know if I was or wasn’t.
Time heals all heartache is a cheating lie, because I’ve waited time and eternity.
I “turned things around” and sat patiently waiting, and you still haven’t come back to me.
If real Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, then you must see something different,
because you don’t seem to see my beauty and always internally accept it.
I may be rough but I’m no diamond, and our minds must not be great.
To think alike we would be alike, and that would be a mistake.
If today is called the present, then there’s no way in hell I’d give you mine
Because you don’t deserve an explanation, and second chances are hard to find.
A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush, if only it were true with men.
I’d love to have one man who counted for two, and not have to break again.
A friend in need is a friend indeed, but what if you’re being used?
I can’t seem to come to a stopping point between “love”, and being abused.
If absence makes the heart grow fonder, than maybe you should leave.
And all that is well will end well, maybe if you just believe.
Appearances are deceptive, and you sure as hell fooled me.
I thought you cared enough to become the person I thought you would be.
But bad new travels fast, and when you heard my idea,
You turned and ran away. How dare I try to change you? You ask,
And I have no reason, or explanation, I only have my heart to lie
On the line for us, I’d do anything to make things how they were.
I only wish I could tell you this, instead of acting like I don’t care anymore.
Beauty is only skin-deep, and you always say I’m beautiful.
But what comes next? What’s on the inside of this deep black heartless hole?
I wish I had a choice in this, but beggars can not choose,
And I’m down on hands and knees by now, praying not to lose.
They say it’s better to be safe than sorry, and I’m living dangerously.
I’m still sorry about everything, and I hope you take me seriously,
Because I’m pouring out my heart to you, all in common phrases.
I don’t know how else to say all this, the words come out in stages.
Curiosity killed the cat, and I want to hear it loud and clear.
Why did you choose a different life, when you had me right here?
I know I instigated things, and said I was done trying.
But when has it ever been my word over someone else’s that you were buying?
Go Figure that the one time I expect you to know the truth,
Is the time you run and play your games, expecting me to wait for you.
I didn’t wait, and I don’t regret it, but I still want you sometimes.
Couldn’t we still be friends at heart, and live our separate lives?
“Divide and rule”, my advice to you – for you have great potential.
I’m proud of you and you success, despite our differential.
Do not wear out your welcome is what was pounded into my head,
So I guess I’m leaving now that all of these things have just been said.

I hate to love you after all this, but honestly, I should.
I would tell you to talk to me if you needed me, but I know that you would.
I would have written this and burned it, if I thought I could.
But it’s easier said than done, you know, to say Goodbye for good.