I know you’re scared,
You’re scared of something too.
You don’t have to keep on
Looking me in the eye,
I can see it in you,
I’m not looking past you.
I know you’re scared,
But I’m not worried,
Cause we’re both still standing here.
I don’t know why I can’t
Look back at you strongly,
For a small time; its been a long time.
I don’t know why that smirk
Covering up you’re dark eyes
Scares me so badly.
Maybe I’m scared, scared that
Maybe I care about you, loveless.
Maybe I want to see, want you to see.
Maybe its you’re fear,
Or maybe its my fear of knowing
That you don’t know me,
And you’re not scared of me,
And you don’t care about me,
But you keep on staring.
You’re not worried, you don’t care about a thing.
We will see, we will see that you care,
When you care, when you see.
Why do I want to make you see,
See yourself, see me?
Do we know we're scared
And let it be, thinking the other is blind?
What do you see from the darkness?
How can I get inside?
I think I see now, my loveless,
Why you stay staring.
You want me,
Not just to want me,
But you want me to see,
And you want to see me.
Friday, September 7, 2007
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aghh stop! write a happy poem! i know they're not quite as good as not-as-happy poems, but still. i think it would be nice. seriously.
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