Cyn Grace Sylvie

Your room was square 
I once noticed from there 
In your bed, as you slept, 
And I held my breath 
Everything had its own place 
And I wondered what space would I take 
In the order you kept 

I tried to eat like your girlfriend 
Just tea in the night, I’d end up 
Too hungry to sleep 
So lying awake, I would follow the aching inside, 
I would find 
It’s for you won’t be mine 

I tried my hardest, for I’d never learned 
God’s very simple and love shouldn’t burn 
And I would’ve offered you all that you yearned for 
But I was still waiting for something to earn 

What is that quiet of snow in the night? 
The dark rings with white noise 
As you stand and drown 
Maybe it’s all of these snowflakes, screaming 
A choir of mute 
As they brace for the ground 

Well that’s my ride 
Hope you had a good night 
You know, you made me happy 
Here shake my hand 
You make such a good man 
Never once did you know me 

I tried my hardest, for I’d never learned 
God’s very simple and love doesn’t burn 
And maybe you offered me all that I yearned for 
But I was still waiting for something to earn 

Silly me, waiting.