I tried to approach, but you walked away I wanted to love you, but you wouldn't stay You wanted your heart out-of-reach and alone So the warmth of touch wouldn't melt your cold stone
You stand there so near, yet so very far You don't want the appearance of your "inner strength" marred You laugh with your voice, but your eyes are still dead The idea of feeling anything fills you with dread
Because you don't want the pain, you can't feel my hurt You don't like to laugh because smiles disconcert You'd rather be logical, right, and made out of stone Than know how to love and how to be known
To a dear friend who would rather not feel than be hurt. I hope one day you will be able to experience genuine laughter.