Sometimes I wonder what’s inside your mind –
melodic white noise, busted bolts and screws
that twist, imperfect fingers intertwined
and skies of every different color blue.
Sometimes, I ask how you can view this life
through a kaleidoscopic sheet of glass –
the glaring scars of complicated strife,
the days we had that I will miss, they pass.
What makes you feel afraid? I want to know,
but I can’t speak your scripted words that fill
the empty room, so my frustration grows.
But if you knew me, would you love me still?

If you could talk to me what would you say?
You know, I think about it everyday.