From The Bird's Nest

Confession

Am I just a memory?
Is that best how I'm seen?
Is that how you'll remember me,
When our time is not together?
How do you think about this girl,
When she's away or lost in thought,
Do you recognise my voice first?
My wisps of hair, that I'm short?
Do you smile when I'm away,
Thinking about the girl who just appeared?
The girl who spoke first,
The girl who lives in fear,
Of herself, and the little things,
The stupid things like getting this wrong,
That's me, the girl who drops by,
With the long and curious song.

For me its different,
Like a song that won't just stop,
It goes on and on, while I'm alone,
And fades when you come along.
I get nervous, yes that's true,
And I'm confessing this to many,
I worry and ponder thoughts of my own,
I take a chance if there is any.
I lose myself in a sea of thoughts,
With you standing on ice,
Worried if I do something wrong,
Like show my truth, you'll turn in spite.
But I'm confident now.
I know myself inside and out,
No longer scared of showing my colours,
Instead I can openly shout:

I remember you as if you are always there. Too vivid, too real, so when I next see you, you once again steal.
My confidence, bravery and many things.
I remember you like seconds have passed since we last talked, so I'm once again free to walk.

A path that has two spaces. Where I never walk alone.

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