Boundaries
Shall I?
Will I?
I know I want it
But I'm scared
Scared of you
Your face
Your tears
Rolling over your cheeks
When I tell you
You're not
Not what I need
Not what I want
I'm selfish
Want you to change
Please
Want you to listen
Open your eyes
Whipe away your tears
And listen
There are many boundaries. But the most of them we don't even see. They are unwritten, unoffical, forgotten or ignored. The moment we cross them, they will be noticed. Why? Please, tell me why? I want to tell something, but if I do, I'm sure that I will cross one of the B's. And she will cry. She will hate me. She want's to forget we know eachother. We have never been anything. Not friends. Not familiar to eachother. Boundaries. I hate you all, B's!
muse©, vrouw, 28 jaar
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