He has all the doors closed against him,
which could be opened so easily.
I am right here on this page.
I am right here so open and every nerve so raw,
if he would only look.

Hither and thither we do this dancing
of
I saw you, no you didnt, yes, I did but then I turned away

just for pretend
and you never talk to me.

Those black gloves you wore, with the fingers cut
out, I hate them...
you hide behind them.

I'm not hiding anything, when everything is
so out in the open.....

you are not seeing the forrest for the trees.
you are not seeing me for me.

01/31/2003

Posted on 02/01/2003
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