How do I tell you?
How do I tell you what you already know
How do I tell you what plagues me so
I stand here feebly with an arrow and bow
I stand here not very sure of where to go
The guilt I feel knots my heart, leaves me low
The guilt I feel I simply cannot show
Nothing but a miracle can cure me that I know
Nothing but you and your love in tow
But suddenly I seem to know where to go
A new found strength overcomes me so
I pick up and ready my arrow and bow
And shoot it at you, at you my foe.
(The funniest and most childish thing I've ever written - and true enough I wrote it years ago and posted it after finding it on a thumbdrive. I wonder why I posted it. I am possibly in a silly mood. Or I am overcome with emo-ism and the like)
Maya