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I am sharing with a person I can not see I care for this person but they do not know Who is this person? I'm not so sure Can they hear me? they must, they respond It hurts to know that they can turn me off with the stroke of a key They can dispose of me without seeing me hurt all I am is words on a page faceless, emotionless, careless, cold words is all they see of me they can't see me rejoice with them or cry for them and cheer for them to come out ahead all I am is words on a page What is this infernal thing? that keeps me apart from you? is it my friend for letting me talk to you? or is it a fiend for keeping me so far away but it is my only way to see into you I wait for word from you I rush to see what you have for me each day but sometimes when I get there you haven't wrote you must have forgotten me maybe you went out with one of you friends what does it matter anyways all I am is words on a page. |
