I am the one who flew you in here --
from other places, places I haven't been --
it was me. I can't make you look at me --
my eyes, my lips, my hair, my waist
Don't look, there is nothing to see
and I don't want you looking anyway.
I believed what I was told about beauty and love
Nothing is inside.
I tried to produce a reasonable excuse for you to still be here and I get nothing.
I feel terrible that I may want you
and will never know you because of this world.
I can't sleep with confusion and doubt
fear regret pain mystery hatred.
Can you be near me and soothe me
I ache and can't stop running now
I have tried to run from you -- stop chasing me and leave me alone
it is so cold here by myself.
I can't live knowing I'm not loved
be quiet mind and put out the raging fires.
Gray may be all I know.

6.12.00

06/12/2000

Posted on 02/20/2009
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