I'm not afraid of relationships, I'm afraid they won't last. It's not speed that kills you, it's stopping too fast. In the past I threw caution to the wind, and it became a hurricane. I killed trees before they blossomed, because then it's me who's to blame. I can find flaws in a wedding gown, a speck of dust on a crown. I will rifle through a person just so I can shoot them down. But I do the same with myself, I can think I'm worthless but still worth more than anyone else. The key to being me is having a God complex tempered by inadequacy.
I was born probably around a hundred years too late. I'm old school, I still think people should date, enjoy each others company over dinner plates. Wait and appreciate the fact you are invited into a persons world, hurled together and the only thing separating the two of you is difference. So start there, be a gentleman, pull out her chair, compliment her hair. Swear you have never seen anyone look the way she did tonight, and if tonight was your last you'd gladly walk into the light. It might seem a strange concept in many ways. These days, respect is only uttered with a fistbump, a passing phrase.
I missed the memo that chivalry was dead, it died when women were seen as conquests, just a guest in your bed. I feel respect is what separates me from the herd, and lately my kind are rarely seen and not heard. But despite my flaws I have cause for celebration, I am not a 'player' and that's my salvation.
I was born probably around a hundred years too late. I'm old school, I still think people should date, enjoy each others company over dinner plates. Wait and appreciate the fact you are invited into a persons world, hurled together and the only thing separating the two of you is difference. So start there, be a gentleman, pull out her chair, compliment her hair. Swear you have never seen anyone look the way she did tonight, and if tonight was your last you'd gladly walk into the light. It might seem a strange concept in many ways. These days, respect is only uttered with a fistbump, a passing phrase.
I missed the memo that chivalry was dead, it died when women were seen as conquests, just a guest in your bed. I feel respect is what separates me from the herd, and lately my kind are rarely seen and not heard. But despite my flaws I have cause for celebration, I am not a 'player' and that's my salvation.