2009
09.23

I’m sorry, that when you compliment me

When you stare

You’re seeing something that simply isn’t there

I’ve been accused of being cold

I allow it and leave the truth untold

Because what you view in me isn’t how I think of you

And expressing it just isn’t something that I’ll do

It’s funny, how you love me

While I want someone else entirely

And neither of them take any notice, I’m sorry.




© Shannon Peil, 2009
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