I wanted to know
I wanted to think but yet to scared to ask
That the way you look at me is not a fleeting glance
my desperate heart attack
Why obsesses
Why dare to dream at all when dreams are often lost
Why persue a fling of guts and clutch to a lost cause
For hope and her trust
My paranoia
Keeps my eyes from seeing the plain set truth
My fear blinds and distorts what originally would sooth
causing torture and foul mood
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
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