Flip Through The Memories

Tuesday 19 March 2013

This one is for you.


When you look at me,
dear, what do you see?
Do you see the sadness I hide,
or the tears I cried?
Do you think I am weird,
or do you wonder why I smirk?

When you look at me, 
dear, what do you see?
Do you come close so you can understand,
or do you stay away from where I stand?
Do you pretend to listen when I talk,
or do you really care to where I walk?

When you look at me,
dear, what do you see?
Do you realise the smile on my face,
or do you think I look out of place?
Do you know why I choose to be sad,
or do you think it is just some issue that I had?

When you look at me,
dear, what do you see?
Do you know that I love the sky,
that I always look up and wonder why?
Do you know that the moon is beautiful,
that it always make me smile like a fool?

When you look at me,
dear, what do you see?
Do you want to look me in the eyes,
and tell me there will be no more lies?
Do you want to keep me close,
or do you want me to disappear like a ghost?

When you look at me,
dear, what do you see?
Do you realise that my eyes are swollen,
or will you tell me that the promises will not be broken?
Do you take me seriously,
or am I just a joke and acting silly?

When you look at me,
dear, what do you see?
Do you think I am pretty,
or do I need to feel ugly?
Do you think I can be positive,
after years of being negative?

When you look at me,
dear, what do you see?
Do you know that I am curious,
and sometimes it makes me furious?
Do you know I fight off jealousy,
because I am scared of losing?

When you look at me,
dear, I hope you see me.
Look closely and see the girl I used to be,
filled up with joy and a smile so lovely.
The girl with hopes and dreams and humble,
that she crushed so hard when she stumbled.

So tell me now, darling,
am I making myself clear or more confusing?

- B.

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