I'm sitting here <br />watching you, <br />watching them <br />my breaths are silent <br /> <br />But they're still....................................... <br />.....................................................here <br /> <br /> <br />I know you've seen me................................ <br />.........................................................after all <br />it is what you do <br />...............................................................the things you do <br />sometimes make me sick <br />................................................................But you know that <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />I've seen you <br />be that other <br />person <br />..............................................................The one that <br />calls himself <br />..............................................................Different names <br />I promised you <br />.............................................................that you promised me (Joe) <br /> <br />But I can't help these thoughts, <br />like vampires in the night <br />they're taking your light (maybe jerry) <br /> <br />They're unique, <br />but i wonder if that's all they are, <br />you say it's optional(or is your name Dave this week) <br /> <br />But i see the look you get <br />..............................................................When the vampire comes again <br />You stop making sense <br />................................................................Don't tell me you are the same <br />Don't feed me the lies only they would believe, <br /> <br />Truly I'm not the one, <br />you must deceive. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />((To him))<br /><br />Sandra jacks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-him-7/
