I like her
Yet I don't know how to say it
A scattered being, yes
But a small person at that
A small person indeed, a tiny fragment of what I once was
What does it mean to make her a part of your life?
Why should she be a part of your life?
Do you even care?
Does she even care?
Of course you do, but you might just present a facade
Of course you will, because you are weak
But what does it mean to be weak?
Are you really weak, or just scared?
Whats the difference?
Being weak, being afraid, does it matter which I feel?
It matters not which, but rather what the outcome reveals I should do
A helpless child in the presence of a beautiful captor
How does she hold me captive so?
All I want is to be in her presence
Yet nobody understands my plight
They walk away, abandoning my thoughts
Simply not understanding what so plagues my mind
Wanting to reveal my feelings
But halted by my inhibitions
Why
Why
Why
Is it so difficult?
She's the light in my life
Yet the bane of my existence
A sure beauty
Yet a lover of my plight.
I know she doesn't delight in this
But she does not know
All in all, its really my fault
This plight, this night, of all.
I wonder 'bout obsession
But then I simply understand
A like, a love, a plight like this
Comes but once in life.
