Reasons (Meant To Be)
I don't touch your possessions,
You don't touch mine,
We're not on speaking terms,
You touch me and I run,
I'm scared of your darkness,
You're scared of my light,
You try to understand me,
Knowing you could never do so.
My thoughts for you are effortless,
Despite the fact that I try my best- you're never satisfied,
You speak to me as though you're piercing blue eyes see directly into my soul.
Times growing short for us now,
You've never realized that any of this was never even "meant to be",
You say kind words but you never seem to put them into actions,
You say you don't fear love or committment,
What reason do I have to believe you?