Monday, February 28, 2005


everything is moving in a blur
my thoughts, they are with her
i ponder the conversations of night
i look to see where i am in her eyes
she hides them... looks away
important matters invade
i'm lost in a trance
there's no advance
everything does not feel real
sometimes i wish i can't feel
she stands there and cries
i cry also deep, far inside
what do i have to do to get her to like me
to like me more than a friend that she sees
i want to move away to ease my heart
to forget about her before i fall apart
talking in the third person hurts me
it brings up shattered hopes and dreams
and the word "dorenly"... it hurts me so slowly
i can never match up to its power... and she's leaving

© 2001 thomas bates

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