Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Maybe.

Maybe when I stare away from you,
And I tell you about every little thing,
Just to make you look away,
While the tears slip away.
With my fake smiles that you seem to buy.
You could never know how much it kills me,
With every day you remind me off,
These memories set fire,
Maybe I have alot to cry about,
Maybe I need your shoulder,
Maybe you're too distant,
Too far away.

When you say hello and smile at the end,
I know you're there, feeling the hesitation,
When my voice comes out in muffles,
And I clear my throat from the allergies,
You smile and I wipe it away,
Dieing to let you know,
Unable to breathe when you're here,
Unable to think when you look at me,
Crumbling paper after paper, with your name everywhere,
And I love how you smile to my fake gestures.
In love with you but I couldn't let you know.
With every word you said,
I pretend how they soothe my heart,
While I die inside,
Just to lay on your shoulder,
Maybe just to let you wipe my tear.

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