I wish that you would open up to me,
and say what's on your mind.
The pressure of being insecure,
once again has me in its bind.
I can't decipher all these words and mixed signals, when by chance i
get to speak to you,
You leave me sitting, spinning webs in this room without a veiw.

My thoughts are taken over by this prominent image of you,
but do you deserve how i worship you so?
I feel as the last chore on the list,
To my heart you take this final blow.

A blow to my already sheltered heart,
For which I gave to you so innocently.
Won't you please take back the peice of my heart,
Instead of leading me on so subconsiously?


 
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