I BET IT'S FUN TO SEE THE BALL OF FLUFF GET ALL RILED UP

what exactly must i do

to attract the gaze God gave to you?

 

and what exactly must you hear

to suddenly know you want me near?

 

i know it's nothing i can say

to change my image in your brain,

and i know it's between just you and Him

to figure out what place i'm in-- 

but i'm not gonna let you guess

by not giving you all my best

 

and i'm tired of just waiting to see

if my unending silence makes you fall for me

 

and i don't care if i don't fit between your lines

and i don't care if there's another in your mind,

because my mind is now your space

and your hand belongs to my waist

and there is nothing you can do or say--

nor is there for me, in much the same way.

This poem is about: 
Me

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