HOW WAS I TO KNOW?
HOW WAS I TO KNOW HOW HE FELT?
THOUGH WHEN OUR EYES MET MY BODY MELT.
HOW WAS I TO KNOW THAT HE CARED?
THOUGH WHEN HE SAW ME WITH YOU HIS EYES SHOWED FEAR
HOW WAS I TO KNOW THAT HE LOVED ME?
THOUGH I HAD DREAMS OF US STANDING BY YHE SEA
HOW WAS I TO KNOW THAT HE UNDERSTOOD MY SILENT PLEES?
THOUGH THEIR WAS A CONNECTION WHEN HE LOOKED AT ME
HOW WAS I TO KNOW THAT HE SAW MY HEART?
THOUGH I ALWAYS KNEW HE CAPTURED IT FROM THE START
I KNOW NOW
HE FINALLY GAINED COURAGE TO STAND LIKE A MAN
THOUGH HE HAS DIED-IN HIS BOOK, MY NAME IN RED
ON A FLOWER FILL BED
AND THE WORDS I DREAMT OF ALWAYS
‘‘I UNDERSTOOD IN EVERY WAY’’
Tannika Montique
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