The Life Of Me.

15th August 2005 - Random Bits Of Poetry

Thought I'd post what I wrote in Spain when I was bored. I don't know if it's any good, or worth working on, so if you see anything you like, let me know


When you look at me,
What is it that you see?
What is it that you love?
Can you see into my soul?
Can you look into my eyes
And know that I am truly yours?
Or do you see me, just as I am,
And love me.
Love me for being no more,
Or less, than just me.
Do you love me for being honest
When I tell you that I am
Completely and utterly
Head over heels in love with you?
Do you love me for seeing all the things
You've wanted everybody else to notice about you?
Do you love me for understanding your pain,
Your flaws and your memories and
Not judging you at all?

You look right inside me
And it's frightening.
I'm laid bare for you,
What if you find something dark?
Something that you cannot love...
You're looking at me now,
I'm biting my lip, terrified,
But open and willing for you to see me...
I'm scared that you'll turn away,
You take my hand.