| 21. MYSTERY MAKER |
| This eternal game of hide and seek is a tragedy which I can't keep. I've sat around for way too long now. I'm always saddened by your smile. Don't make my mistakes go away. I'm trying harder every day to erase the pain your touch has caused me. It feels good although it harms me. I sinned against the thoughts of love. I fell with help from my own shove. The grin of good days is depleting. I'm starving; won't you come and feed me? I'm harnessed in pitch-black white tainted from my inner fight. I need your hand to heal my wound. I need your eyes to seal my doom. So, will you forget the first time we met? The first time I lied for the moment that wept? My mystery's old and we're out in the cold. I just want to drive you home. So, can we keep a secret for free? The one time you knew I thought you had left. My desire is folding, and I'm not withholding my fire and passion tonight. This internal shame of losing feats is a sad trophy I'll always keep. I'm honest but you're always busy. I try so hard but it's not easy. Do I need to step down from the time I've wasted trying to be nice? Everything is such a mess. He's not good enough but I'm the best. I know I'm destined for the loss that always comes from whom I trust. Is a chance too much to ask? I'm standing here and I'm being passed. Is my idea just a game; a joking word for your own fame? I'm not a prep, I'm not a jock. If you think I am, then that's tough luck. |