underestimated
You don't see And I don't know how to show you Or to tell you Anything at all Opening my mouth to speak And those are strange words I hear Whose origins I can't trace You don't believe Like I would want you to And need you to Just trust me But you view me with amused civility Humoring the poor lost girl "Calm down, oh little one" If only you knew You spark me When you turn away
May 2006