Sidetracked

A sorry thought occurred to me

Magnified by its blatancy:

How come ive never written something soft and sentimental,

From me to you, to say that i loved you?

And i still do, but i am always getting sidetracked

And i have failed even though ive tried

To weave a web of words to capture you.

How do you know

Ill ever come around and treasure what i used to ignore

Im letting you down, your letting me stay

So tell me what you see in me to give you that kind of faith.

How do you know that itll all be ok?

Then once upon a lonely night

Pen and paper spelled your plight,

But then i tossed it aside

For something tangled up in rhyme

And strangled in my metaphor.

Im a fool, cause i am always getting sidetracked.

Im ashamed that i have hardly even tried

To scrawl a single syllable for you.

Take a look down at the old bay bridge tonight

Two a.m., but her face still bathed in light

Its the view from the place i first gave you my three word pledge.

Take a look down at the old bay bridge tonight

Three a.m. but our lips are still locked, despite.

Look at her from the top of the world

She looks stoic and strong.

Lets take a walk down to the old bay bridge tonight

Start again, amend, on the other side.

On second thought

Im ready to run

Baby where have you been?

Sidetracked, but im back again.