By Angela angieubaldo@hotmail.com
Date: 21 March 2001
Sheer Confusion
I cannot read your mind,
I spill out my feelings on paper,
I ask you what’s wrong
I try to help you,
But you just shrug me off,
And say you are fine.
I do not know,
How to make you love me,
Like I love you.
I do not know why you look so disheartened.
Because I give you my world,
My all,
I guess it is just not good enough,
For you rest less heart.
Maybe one day,
When I am gone,
You will realize what you had.
You will look back in regret,
And wish for,
What was.
I guess I am a fool,
Because I stay around,
Each time,
I come back to you,
So lost without you.
I give you the script and you play the role,
The role of the guy with the great girl,
Who does not realize.
The guy who thinks he is not good enough,
So you loathe me,
And fail to realize,
You are a coward,
Afraid of the only real thing you’ve ever had.
So you alienate me,
Shut me out of your world.
Are you so afraid I might alter you life,
Mess up your master plan?
You treat like I am just a flame of the week,
Not the love of your life.
Maybe I am just a flame,
Blown out to soon,
Ignited by your callousness,
With each day you feed the fire.
But sadly,
You are the love,
Of my life.
The one true thing,
That makes my world so right.
The reason I wake up each day.
Sadly
Pitifully
I yearn for you each day,
Hope you never go away.
I am in love with a fantasy,
Not what is real?
Not what is right?
Just what I feel.
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