| Her tall form and long hair, Gold incasing her face, I don�t understand her Because she isn�t mine If she was I probably wouldn�t Understand her anyway She stands in my soul Slightly out of reach Caring But not as much as I would want Touching me But not with love as I want Golden beauty that isn�t mine, And never will be. I stared at her in a room full of people I was alone Looking across the emptiness that was full Full of the sounds of laughter and friendship I ignored it all and focused Focused on her Focused on the sounds she made being quiet Focused on the movements that her still body made Focused And then it all slipped Out of Focus My eyes closed and I breathed deeply I was alone in a full room Alone with her in the full living room Dead with her while surrounded by life. 12/31/00 03:04:19 AM |
| I wrote this for a girl who I like... she has no idea I feel this for her... so I thought I would share how I felt with the entire world. She wont ever know it is for her anyway, so what does it matter. |