the result of unopened letters

I manage to repeat myself all too often.

          
I seem to melt into the words you speak,
           When you don’t know me and I’m in love with you.



Some how I manage to see the passion in strangers.
When simple eyes fall for knotted hair and stares
                       I see their minds and start to cry
                           I feel their thoughts and know just who you are and what you do.




I know strangers just as well as I know myself and somehow that’s real strong.
                                               But I set it up to break it down  
expect from you what you gave to me
                        the same as you  told when you looked at me

it’s a seal of my fate
                             a classic bedtime story of hate



yes I remember everything
      you glazed in tones of glossy white

                                and walked away like it didn’t phase my deafening, silent night.

But you’re always there
                when I don’t know what to do with you,
never home
               when I needed you the most.




It somehow always comes so easy to you.
                                  You’re oh so very lucky.
                                      to be the world
but I see your world that you don’t speak
  I can feel
you wont admit to the fear you have of
                                                       sweet sincere honesty and ever constant vulnerability



but it always goes back to the stranger,
the stranger who I see so clear
                                            who’s everything I need right now


the one that somehow doesn’t see that sky
of absolutely perfect ashy bright
             the perfect time for me to talk to you.
It’s your voice at light that makes it worth all while,
                                     
                          your calming tones tames the restless beast

while my hand writes out the secrets you won’t dare speak.

                                                    And somehow it’s something you’ll never think to read.
          
        The answers to our world in the only letter I will ever send.