are?
Maybe I could love you,
Will
you let me be close
enough to you.
Physically speaking . . .
Mentally speaking . . .
But why don�t you ever
call?
Except when I�m not at
home . . .
I want
to know you
I want
to just talk to you
I want
you
Even though that may be
a very bad idea.
So unique, but I think
you are easier to
understand then you
want to be.
Play the part of an
enigma.
Do you even see me?
Sometimes I think you
do and sometimes I
almost feel like I have a
chance . . .
Why can�t I just be sure?
Why can�t you just tell
me
without actually telling
me
incase it would
break my heart?
make me cry?
disappoint me?
I am not like any of
those other girls.
Not like your army of
whores.
Seems to me that
you are looking for
someone to be
your fool
Seems to everyone else
That, unaware, I have
volunteered.
I see you for so much
more than so many of
them do.
I see beyond what so
many of them call
�Soulless.�
Like a broken
Statue of David
Jade(d)
I think it�s beautiful,
the way you are.
Not afraid to be yourself
and yet I think you are
so afraid of so many
things.
I want to be with you.
Not because of anything
physical, though that
adds to the attraction.
No, it�s deeper than that.
I think we are the same
in so many different
ways.
I think you would let me
understand you if you
would let me get inside,
go deeper than anything
simply sexual.
I see how you work and
yet I am afraid to try and
understand it.
What if I am wrong?
What if I have you all
figured out and you are
nothing like what I am
supposing?
Or what if I see the truth
and you are nothing like
reputation.
I think that maybe you
are more than just a
Public Image
More than a body
I hope I am not wrong.
Tuesday afternoon,
May 16, 2000