I am so, so sorry,
You never asked for this,
You only meant to be friendly,
And ignorance is bliss,
You didnt mean to end up,
On my wishful list,
And I wish with all my heart,
You'd never touched my wrist,
But my heart leaks,
I dont know about yours,
It cracks and lets its liquid flow,
Out onto the floor,
It's there for all to see,
Leaking from my eyes,
A badly hidden elephant in my nervousness,
A tiger crouching in my sighs,
It waits for the slightest look from you,
And it jumps out shouting "Surprise",
I didn't mean to do that,
I never meant to show,
The depth of warmth I have for you,
As it seeps into the snow,
This crimson, leaking heart,
Bleeding love until it shows,
I thought I'd keep it quiet,
But my face conspires against,
The regulations I set for it,
My back's against the fence,
My back's against the wall,
When you walk in to a room,
I've nowhere left to go,
But have to go there, soon!
I didn't mean to spill out like that,
I thought I'd shut the lid,
And sealed it round with super-glue,
To keep the contents hid,
If you'd only keep your eyes shut,
When you're in a room with me,
I could just smile once full in your face,
And quietly take my leave,
I am so, very sorry,
You never asked for this,
You only meant to be friendly,
And ignorance is bliss,
You didn't mean to end up,
On my wishful list,
And I wish with all my heart,
You'd never touched my wrist,
Thursday 22 November 2012
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