Post by buffysmglover on Mar 16, 2008 2:10:28 GMT -5
This began as something I connect with like most of my poems, but then I changed it up and I have no clue what it means. Its nonsense.
Now I see it.
I see what I'm doing.
It's too much.
Does it feel to much
for you to?
Maybe
Just a little
They all came to me
The same way I've now come to you.
Is it annoying?
This thing I see myself doing?
I'm paranoid.
Or am I?
Would you think of me
That way?
Now I see it.
Past the curtain.
There's me.
And then there's you.
I make a sound.
Who knows what to do?
But you run.
Take your picture!
Take your face!
Cuz now I see it!
What a disgrace!
You wouldn't know it.
But it's true.
And I sit here and waste.
Now I see it.
I see what I'm doing.
It's too much.
Does it feel to much
for you to?
Maybe
Just a little
They all came to me
The same way I've now come to you.
Is it annoying?
This thing I see myself doing?
I'm paranoid.
Or am I?
Would you think of me
That way?
Now I see it.
Past the curtain.
There's me.
And then there's you.
I make a sound.
Who knows what to do?
But you run.
Take your picture!
Take your face!
Cuz now I see it!
What a disgrace!
You wouldn't know it.
But it's true.
And I sit here and waste.