I don't know if I can let you in. Because letting you in means being vulnerable. Like an open book played on a broken record, but i don't know what you'll do with the song that you hear.
Maybe I'm not ready to let go, maybe I haven't trusted enough. These walls that I've built still stand sky high.
Laziness is gonna eat you and rot your bones. Procrastination will consume you till you have no will, save to be constantly wanting to do but never doing.
Oh what do I do, I love you so dear! What did you do, my heart has lost its way! How will I ever know where to draw the line? How do I turn away, for your attention is all I want? How do I shut my ears, when your words are the sweetest?
I know love is not a game. Not meant to be played. Definitely not for the weak. But even the strong fail and falter.
I know well I play with fire, dancing in the flames. If I fan this flame I know I will see them slay. I see the red lights blaring but why ain't I heeding?
At some points in our lives, you'll find that you need closure; we all do. Without closure, our fickle heart cannot let go, our human mind cannot move on. We'll be forward-backward. You'll find that you always end up where you started.
Should we hold on or let go? Should it matter or best be ignored? Should we start afresh and let the past be memories that we'll lock in the safebox deep down in our hearts? Is it time yet? Will i regret? Will they judge me? What if..?
To our dismay, closure comes in many forms. Perhaps audible, sometimes visible. But sometimes our defiant heart chooses not to recognise it, because our minds have already decided that it will only accept closure when it sees what it thinks we should see, or feels what it thinks we should feel, or hears what it thinks we should hear.
