| Invisible I can't ever get it, get it gone, get it moving. It always comes back to her, to your past, to what you deny. I see the comparisons as they form in your mind, I see the thoughts you won't ever make, I see your green heart when I mention another. I am not her, I am not her, I am not her. Say you care . . . a million times you can deny it, but just once . . . don't. You only see her in the shadow that is me, you only hear her during the hours that I beg, you only kiss her in the night, in the bed. And you're blind when I want you to see me-- just once, leave me a parting gift of your eyes viewing me with love, of your fingers holding mine tightly. I'd like to go away, and feel you with me; feel your heart. I'd like to know that you can put your hands in mine, that you won't laugh, that you won't tear me up whenever I speak, like you do now. Can't you listen? Can't you take my words, and let me show you me? Can't you see? Can't you forget to stare, and just watch? I need you to forget everything, I need you to toss out your past, I need you to be free, I need to be seen. |
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