If only you knew,
No.... If only I knew.
Falling for you would hurt.
Falling for your beautiful eyes,
Beautiful smile,
Beautiful hair.
And all this time I was left open,
A fallin' victim to despair.
I must be stupid falling for you again,
Stupid to let this pain once more begin.
Yes, the feelings I felt were real.
I fell...
head over any seen hills
For you.
Those feelings were so strong they could kill.
But I do not that pain, that hurt, once more,
As it was before.
I do not want you again...
Do I?
Despite all of this you'll never see me cry...
No matter what I felt.
No breath, no sigh, leading to that insignificant cry...
Over you.
I wanted so bad for you to be apart of me.
I did hoped that was something you also needed.
Your so blind,
Look!... I'm not that hard to find.
I wish I could some day tell,
So then you could know of this pain, this hurt, this hell.
At one time I felt I could never be without you.
You must know how it feels to know the truth.
For a reason or another I thought I deserved this.
Then you were something I would not miss.
A feeling I could then dismiss.
Now I know I'll be okay.
It is possible some day you'll read this poem.
And then realize the heart of a poet you recked.
I was left with such painful open wounds.
But, yet I was forced to stitch them myself.
And in the long run this was the ture effect.
And these words...
The words of a poet are able to drill in your head...
You'll think...
You'll think of them until the very moment you lie to your bed.
For I've heard it be said,
The words of a poet can linger with you.
And make you see things in a different truth.
Well, my words, I hope they eventually lead you to my love for you.
So yes...
I guess I do.
I guess I do still love you.