mid conversation when
you tactfully deflect my question,
but your eyes show
Your want to scream your heart about love
Not to me, but to anyone else, or maybe him
I have my soul following you like an owl
that glides in silent
Percheing at your window every night
Hearing you breathe, wanting to watch over
But keeping it's distance, for the fear of offending
But I know, and such is my curse, my all knowing
Often unknown to your own self
I hear you, sometimes in hurt,
other times hurting me in curses
I somedays sleep on my bed when
my back hurts in being curled up crying for you
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