What if...

What if we stop having a ball?

What if the paint chips from the wall?

What if there's always cups in the sink?

What if I'm not what you think I am?

What if I fall further than you?

What if you dream of somebody new?

What if I never let you win, chase you with a rolling pin?

Well what if I do?

I am giving up on making passes

and I am giving up on half empty glassess

and I am giving up on greener grasses.

I am giving up.

What if our baby comes home after nine?

What it your eyes close before mine?

What if you lose yourself sometimes?

Then I'll be the one to find you Safe in my heart.

I am giving up on making passes

and I am giving up on half empty glassess

and I am giving up on greener grasses. I am giving up.
I am giving up.
I am giving up.

I am giving up on greener grasses. I am giving up for you.
I am giving up for you.
I am giving up

Giving Up
Ingrid Michaelson

the many facets

Light hits a surface and reflects at different angles.

Perhaps this is a lot like Love.


For is there more Love...

... in letting your mask fall and knowing that you can ask for help from that one person when you're drowning?

or

... in realising that watching someone you love flounder is painful and scary and so choosing to keep your drowning to yourself?


Maybe there's not a lot between them.

Maybe it's just Love reflecting.


Photo courtesy of Karin Elizabeth on Flickr.