I am unable to find the humor in a situation such as this
As if a letter was written maliciously, yet sealed within a kiss
Not chancing the end result on luck, if so, it would be bad
Witnessing distance invade myself from the greatest love I’ve never had
And more than likely, will never have, the present future seems dense
Not that nothing even matters, it’s just that nothing makes sense
How can something so wrong….happen so right?
And how can something so right, take a wrong turn, in hindsight
Wrong in the sense that I’m left with nothing but an assumption
I assume there comes an end….almost wishing it never began
Cuz only a beginning can encrypt the result with a feelin so enchanted
Deciphering the result to be as desirable, as one tryin to swim the Atlantic
In another life, I wouldn’t look at u like I’ll never be able to again
And my touch wouldn’t feel as if I was holding something within
My kiss wouldn’t be intoxicated with a sense of regret
Maybe than my lips and heaven, could pretend that they’ve actually never met
Ur leaving and our meeting…wouldn’t be branded with a why
The time spent wouldn’t be overshadowed with an inevitable goodbye
These words would never have reason, nor desire, to be scripted
And my thoughts wouldn’t intertwine, to a point where they’re forever twisted
My emotions wouldn't betray me, nor would my feelings show
And my character I would recognize, and my reflection I would know
My voice wouldn't be laced with the smallest hint of discontent
And my eyes would've x-rayed a fallacy of disinterest..to see what u really meant
I imagine in that other life, that everything would've fallen into place
And I could dismiss the fact, that you’ll forever be a dream I'll continue to chase
Truth be told, there is no indication...that I even deserve u in my life
Who am I to still exist, yet be able to live in ur personal paradise
In that other life, us learning each other, would be our only example of a life lesson
And every kiss, would reflect bliss, instead of a list of impossible questions
Like, how long can we lose @ this...b4 we've actually won it
How long can we pretend to do something..b4 we've actually done it
How long can I deny myself the perfect woman, and u, the perfect man
And how far could our current situation go, before it can no longer stand
They're not for me to answer, nor for u to know
But through ourselves, and to ourselves, the answers we both owe
Let it go, I wont....yet move on...I will have to do
Until every option is weighed, and every possibility leads me right back to you
-Syncere
