His thoughts are what ail me <br /> <br />The not knowing then the assumptions <br />they all leave me frail <br /> <br />Unasnwered questions <br />hanging in the balance <br /> <br />I sit here and stare at him <br />as if I'm trying to read his thoughts <br /> <br />I sit here and glare at him <br />waiting to hear him speak <br /> <br />Speak what he thinks and tell me what he means <br /> <br />Scream from the roof tops <br />Proclaiming his guilt <br />Explain to me why he did this filth <br /> <br />I want hear his thoughts and deduce why he'd do what he did <br />and why to me <br /> <br />Perhaps then I'll be less distraught <br />If i know his reasons and his thoughts <br /> <br />I wish to know his every thought <br />Why he does each thing <br />And thinks each thought <br /> <br />Perhaps then I'll be less distraught <br />If I know his reasons and his thoughts <br /> <br />There's just one thought that may not make me less distraught what if his reason for hurting me is not at all what I thought <br /> <br />Am i prepared to hear the driving froce <br />behind the hatred that's taken its course <br /> <br />To hear the reasons <br />from the lips of evil <br />it may be a lot more painful <br />than I've ever thought<br /><br />Ashley Stone<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/his-thoughts-2/
