A myth reminiscent of a legend, something like a fairy tale, but true.
I think of you and joy fills my being, but tears shadow the feeling,
for the pain, the hurt that I've caused you.
How do I do this?
How do I show you what I mean, feel, see, am?
You told me "Madam I'm still Adam" and I stood there staring,
asking if it were true.
How could I let that doubt consume me and not be able to reach out to you?
And now you see me and you don't see…me.
You see everything, but the truth.
It pains because that's all I speak to you.
What do I do?
I want to travel the galaxies and swim through the Milky Way,
Discover other universes with you and..sigh.
If only you could step in my shoes and I into yours,
So then we could truly understand to the entire extent of understanding.
I don't know if it makes sense, but I'm just wondering…
What am I to you?
I love you, I hope you truly still love me too.
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