Jan 23, 2005 11:54
Fickle little thing.
The monster in the room.
Burden of life,
masked under smooth silky words.
Iloveyou.
Such a simple tri-syllable sentence,
when the words roll off the tongue without meaning.
A struggle to pronounce, words clinging to the tongue,
when the real emotions lie behind the phrase.
Iloveyou.
Iloveyou.
Iloveyou.
Smile as you say it,
bat those lashes.
There is no meaning.
Painful tears welling in the eyes,
swallowing back the need to retreat.
Then, there is meaning.
Fear behind the expression.
Fearing the other won't feel the same.
Real meaning.
Iloveyou.
Iloveyou.
Iloveyou.
It might be easier if you don't say it back.