Why do we speak in riddles?
We do it all the time.
Why insist on making people,
read between the lines?
Would it really be so bad,
if we just said it straight?
Perhaps the one we’d say it to,
is unsure whether to wait.
Is it the fear of rejection,
that makes us all so coy?
When did it get so difficult,
for a girl to tell the boy?
Is it just as hard for them,
to tell us how they feel,
as it is for us to work out,
what is hope and what is real?
Well the world will end tomorrow,
so is there something you wanna say?
Because it’s better late than never,
and at least we’ll have today.
