Less of a poem and more of a letter

2 hours.  2 hours can raise an awful lot of questions.

I made my choice a while ago.  You made me promises and I'm choosing to believe you.  I'm choosing to trust you.  Your eyes made me promises and your lips made me promises and your heartbeat made me promises but I'm still waiting for you to cash in.

Please prove me right.  Baby, please prove me right.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that I can't be your afterthought.  I've had too much of that and I don't know how much more I can take.  I don't expect to be your world but can I be a part of it?

And listen, I can't do all the work here.  I'm going 97% but I can't keep up this pace, my heart needs more validation than my ego.  You gotta meet me halfway.  You said you would.  And you know, your eyes agreed with your words.  I trusted your eyes.

Please prove me right.