Look At Me At Least Once
Look At Me At Least Once
Do you know why this is happening?
How I spend ink and paper, and stretch
rolls of film attempting your face,
and every night I look up at the
moon and stars out there, in pitch space
waiting for a piece of you
your laugh
a smile
you're truly here
A year in a day
miles of anxiety put away
thoughts and questions replace answers
you inadvertantly distract me
luckily I'm quite in reach
your features pull me down
desperatly I realize
I want you to be lost in my eyes
much better than I,
do you deserve
but in the roots nor sky
could the sea find a piece
nor could love occur
between us
