Post by poemsaresilly on Nov 12, 2012 0:04:32 GMT -5
It is true that the head and the heart are not one and the same.
Hard to believe that after so much longing for what you eventually gave to me
I grow tired of what I thought I had wanted.
No longer do I need the constant reassurance.
The heat in my fingertips has surely cooled.
I feel troubled when I realize
I am not happy for you when you are happy.
But if you are the truest friend
That fact must make me the selfish one.
I analyze our friendship
Not by us as a pair.
I analyze our friendship
By the effect it has on me alone.
Hard to believe that after so much longing for what you eventually gave to me
I grow tired of what I thought I had wanted.
No longer do I need the constant reassurance.
The heat in my fingertips has surely cooled.
I feel troubled when I realize
I am not happy for you when you are happy.
But if you are the truest friend
That fact must make me the selfish one.
I analyze our friendship
Not by us as a pair.
I analyze our friendship
By the effect it has on me alone.
