Grievances in the Grove

Time is burning and I’m spending it worrying.
Not enough seconds in the day but I’m steady wasting it away.
On thoughts about our better days.
Hoping you’ll see me through the darkness in the end.
So much love for being just a friend.
I hope all you’ve said isn’t just pretend.
Patiently waiting and picking off the petals.
While you get yourself together and stop speaking in riddles.
I thought you promised me flowers, even just a single rose.
Trying to deal with my grievances in the grove.
You are the only thought my conscious really knew.
Writing about someone you know to be true.
Lost in unknown eyes, but knowing they’re blue.
It’s hard to wake up when I don’t dream without you.
But I guess I’ll keep waiting and mentally debating.
Trying to keep a smile while everything is fading.
Praying you find peace and it’s easier to breath.
You can be all you need if you try to believe.
Falling for each other shouldn’t be having us grieve.
I’ve been telling myself the same, I guess love just isn’t for me.