A SIX LETTER NAME
all i need is a kiss
all i want is a kiss
i just want to know that you feel this too
i need to know that there is something there,
that i'm not just imagining it.
Do you look at everyone the way you look at me?
Figures in the background,
Faceless imaginary people trading places,
inconsequential to our moment,
and our feild of vision.
No one, in so long has captivated me like this...
Strike this Match and drop it
in the wastebasket
Letters i would have written to you
if we still did that sort of thing.
Ashes,
Wasted
Pushed aside as plastic
unwinds itself from its Molded form.
True to itself in that it's disposable.
Is that what i am to you?
Do you think of me?
- i know you have
- but do you still ?
Tell me i'm Stupid
Tell me i'm Selfish
Tell me anything BUT please
don't look at me that way
UNLESS - you really mean it
it's unfair.
it's not....but it is.
The distance between us
paper thin
a vapour within a vapour
a breath within a breath
a whisper within itself.
Just listen to my behaviour.
Listen for
a second
and then slap
me with your hand
like..
a gentle more subtle metaphor
for the slap in the face reality
that i'm made to face everytime i see you.
the hand that wants to touch your elbow
the eyes that look just above your brow
to see a stiching of the light cast in front of you
Stop the Hand
and Make it Hurt.
I need something from this and if i c an't have you...
then i'll take the torture this meeting leaves me with.
all i need is a kiss
all i want is a kiss
i just want to know that you feel this too
i need to know that there is something there,
that i'm not just imagining it.
Do you look at everyone the way you look at me?
Figures in the background,
Faceless imaginary people trading places,
inconsequential to our moment,
and our feild of vision.
No one, in so long has captivated me like this...
Strike this Match and drop it
in the wastebasket
Letters i would have written to you
if we still did that sort of thing.
Ashes,
Wasted
Pushed aside as plastic
unwinds itself from its Molded form.
True to itself in that it's disposable.
Is that what i am to you?
Do you think of me?
- i know you have
- but do you still ?
Tell me i'm Stupid
Tell me i'm Selfish
Tell me anything BUT please
don't look at me that way
UNLESS - you really mean it
it's unfair.
it's not....but it is.
The distance between us
paper thin
a vapour within a vapour
a breath within a breath
a whisper within itself.
Just listen to my behaviour.
Listen for
a second
and then slap
me with your hand
like..
a gentle more subtle metaphor
for the slap in the face reality
that i'm made to face everytime i see you.
the hand that wants to touch your elbow
the eyes that look just above your brow
to see a stiching of the light cast in front of you
Stop the Hand
and Make it Hurt.
I need something from this and if i c an't have you...
then i'll take the torture this meeting leaves me with.
and put me on the list