Godsmack

When not walking on water I fly through the air with the greatest of ease. Precious thing love is. I long for nothing more than to have a friend. But I am not good as they are. I think where I should feel and I am not innocent as they would think. ..I see them happy and I wish them well but in my wish is a invitation to a different dream. I wonder if I care for them at all not to leave them alone where they are content, and I long for nothing more than to be their friend ..If they accept my gift, I will ruin it for I will not give them what I promised because I can't.. but I will always offer and I will always deny it because I have a most convenient guise of friendship. Should they slip and walk away, I shall destroy them within my heart like all the others.. and still I reign and say walk my way because in my despair I will have contempt as they abandon me to leave me here alone where I am silent. I'll look upon them as more despicable than they really are and neglect to mention that I adore the part of them that does not love me. I think I may be cruel.. ..but there are moments when I am not cruel. I think of them as moments in time when all my logic temporarily flies out the window..