no name

i look up at you with a puzzled look each time you loose focus.

a mask entrances your face.

then when you regain focus it vanishes as if it was never there.

are you really okay?

this crosses my mind everytime this happens.

a whole whirlwind of hurt could be going on inside that pretty mind of yours,

and i would have no clue of how broken i have made you.

trust me this time, let me in.

i want to know your soul as well as my own.

let them be entwined.