Why do i even bother
About what she thinks?
Why do i care still
About what goes on
Inside her mind?
Why is she,
Knowingly or unknowingly,
Bothering me so?
How did she come to posess
This power,`that she wields,
Over me?
How do i free myself
From her grip?
I try not to care,
But the accursed dance
Goes on still;
I care and then i don't,
She nudges
And then she stops.
There seem to be others as well
Yet occasionally
She glances my way.
And when she does,
I cant understand
What she says.
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