I sit here,
trying to write my masterpiece.
Or is it just a piece to master your heart?
I don't feel that I am taking advantage.
But rather, I am gaining a point of vantage.
So I can watch you...and gauge you.
So I can gauge your feelings, if any,
for me.
But I cannot tell you what I see.
There is a cloud of ambiguity,
surrounding you.
What do I do?
Do I send you this masterpiece of ****?
This is my vantage point, this is it.
This is how I can tell, if it'll be heaven or hell
with you.