Sitting in this capsule of deep feelings
Reaching a point
where it does not seem to make any sense
When you look at something
you want so much,
right in the eye
And yet you cannot really reach out
and smell the scent.
I want to tell you I can wait
I want you to tell me you want me to wait
I can be brave enough to say what I truly feel
And show you exactly what I want.
Why does it have to be about pleasing me
Why can you not say exactly how you feel
Without adhering to standards set by society
And rules made by those
who deemed them right
by their dogmatic standards?
