Musings on Things Unsaid

Day one
and the damage has been done
No reason, no excuse,
No attempt at a truce.

Day two
and still not a peep from you.
I'm still waiting for an apology,
but I don't think you're taking this seriously.

Should I wait 'til day three
for you to say sorry to me?
Because I don't think you care
that this friendship's hanging in the air.

Call me proud, but so are you.
I'm not apologizing for something I didn't do.
So I'll be waiting until day four.
After that, you don't get a chance anymore.

-Nocturnal Scribe

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Musings on How it Must Feel to be in Love

Love, hasten your footsteps to me
so I may know how it feels to
float on air and be on cloud nine;
so I may know how it feels to
be weak in the knees and to have
butterflies in my stomach; or
have my heart break into a sprint
at the very thought of him, or
blush and stutter in his presence;
so I may at last be able
to declare that all the love songs
finally make sense to me. But
I don't think I'm ready for that.
So hasten not, love. Take your time.

-Nocturnal Scribe

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