I'm just another pretty face to see

[flowerfilled]

You talk about my soulfulness...but I don't really see it anymore...I used to come to this place and

Hide

but now it's just the daytime me that's always here joking but not telling and I'm oh so aware of what I don't really seem to be anymore...

It's still inside me...I lay awake in bed each night talking to both of you until I've got a crippled mind and I'm there in the dark wishing I could just whisper it instead...

We talk so much, you and I, and you see everything in all it's mad rawness and most times I can't see a way or reason to put it to a whisper and make it more bliss inducing...you can see where the thoughts go and so there's no need to lead you there...maybe I'm wrong...I know you still want to read the soft words, the stranger thoughts and all those things less worldly...more heavenly...but i get to reach out and touch you and where am I then but in a heaven of your making?...

We never talk anymore, you and I...I understand every reason why...

I'm came here this morning to Hide...

and found I'm just another pretty face to see...