I bide my time

Pick at the petals, play the good best friend.

You ask me what I'm looking for and I outline you
you don't recognize the shape, offer other names

You say my time will come, and I hope


I know this is how the world works.

It would be funny if it wasn't my heart

She is the weakness you think of as strength

While I am the strength you have no idea is there.


I am the one who knows who you are.

I want you to be happy

And you could be happy

With me.