if i want your help, I'll ask,
if i need your hand, I'll ask,
I see you screaming, is it you who burns,
I am a fool,
in his grave he turns...
it remains untouched,
but craves so readily,
it feels unloved,
wanting to bask so fiendishly...
Leave me Be, Leave it Be,
unless you mean to savage what remains tattered,
you tease without knowing, I burn for thee,
you persist with your ways,
self worth is shattered,
leave me be, don't you see?...
I need your help, won't ask,
I need a hand, any hand will do,
its time to mend such a task,
the anger builds, I burn for you,
I despise you but lust I feel,
this pain is all too real...
love they say? you don't know much,
my ego doomed to be crushed,
as I watch, oh so fine,
i'll claim you as mine,
its not emotion I feel,
the liquid runs high,
one look buckles my knees,
touching cloth but you just tease...
Leave me be, I need...
no-one...
January, 2004
Peet.