Poem By Audrey O'shea
You've crawled beneath my skin, pealing at my
insecurities, it makes me feel kind of thin, as you
infect my thoughts with you like some kind
I can't read you, but you think you can read me,
sometimes, me you see through,
but other times your too blind to see.
I like the feeling, a type of high, I can stare at the ceiling,
we start to spin as time passes by.
I know what I feel, and my eyes can tell, what
you are is real, as you pull me out of
my own personal hell.
I keep up my guard, because I don't want the tears
to fall, but I'm falling hard, and at the bottom its
you I saw.
Ready to catch me, ready to make things better,
you make me believe, that my eyes won't
get any wetter.
But its hard to think that you are even real,
though you I can feel, as my heart and
trust you easily steal.