I close my eyes, <br />I turn away, <br />and yet you stand here as to stay. <br />I do not live, <br />for joy of games, <br />and yet you stand here just the same. <br />Ive never spoken, <br />for your fun, <br />and yet you stand here as the one. <br />I given nothing, <br />to you that's fake. <br />and yet you stand here just to take. <br />I am not now, <br />nor never be, <br />and yet you stand here cursing me. <br />I smile until I frown, <br />and yet you stand here...<br /><br />saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poem-for-figure/
