the words
the words that used to touch me so
I no longer know
who I meant them for

the soft voice in the night
whispering your name
Who's name?
who's name?

beholding beauty
and not knowing who I think of
with whom should I share 
the wonders of life?

should I hide my feelings?
keep them pent up inside
to retain the friendship?
is it too late?

how should I know
how you feel?
do I ask?
Who do I ask?

I used to know
what I wanted
but the knowledge vanished
with the sight of your ice blue eyes

your smile
your dimples
the sound of your laugh
all surround me
catch me up into a web
of warmth
and hope
until you turn around and walk away

will it ever stop?
will anyone ever stay?
or am I doomed to love
those who walk away?

Fear