Don't make me look at you-
I'm afraid of your eyes
pleading softly,
"Care for me."
I can't.
You're dangerous
like the edge of the jagged cliffs.
You don't know me-
you're not my kind.
How could I love
one who could hate
the Light inside of me
pleading, "Believe in Me."
You won't.
Let go of me-
and free my aching heart.
Why do I care at all?
Whatever.
6-11-92
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