So again I am waiting…
I am afraid
That I can’t move fast enough to what we want
I must not concede, settle, and give up
Yet, I feel as though I am spinning my wheels
Other distractions seem to always pop-up
Unavoidable really, but distractions none the less
We both want to be together always
Which is good…and bad
When you live hours from each other
Recently my life seems to be lived weekend by weekend
With only fluff in the middle waiting for more
That I can’t move fast enough to what we want
I must not concede, settle, and give up
Yet, I feel as though I am spinning my wheels
Other distractions seem to always pop-up
Unavoidable really, but distractions none the less
We both want to be together always
Which is good…and bad
When you live hours from each other
Recently my life seems to be lived weekend by weekend
With only fluff in the middle waiting for more