you tell him you love him




he changes the topic

Why is the shadows considered evil
When the shadows are as important as the light
As darkness is the absence of daylight
Just as Daylight is the absence of dark

Why is a hero considered pure
When the hero is just as murderous as the villain
As the hero is in the eye of the beholder
Just as a villain is only villainous to the victims

I see her sitting there, deep in her thoughts.
Is she thinking of her day, like I feel many do?
Or is she seeing me thinking furiously
Thinking of how beautiful she is.

Like a dancing flower in the winds of the spring
She makes me turn my head with her pure voice
I wish to tell her how I feel about her shining eyes
But I am bound by chains of my fear

Fear that she will say no and it will change everything
Fear that she will say yes and then regret it
Fear that she will ignore my request
So once again I try to forget it.

But it will never be forgoten.

Saying you love
But later seeing people as a pest

My head aches
when you shout hipporacy

My thoughts become a fighter
But I do not wish to fight

My heart beats rapidly
As my hands shake and become cold

Fine afterwards
Hoping for myself
To be better
And be ready to ignore
Your heavy rain fall