Sitting here quietly Thinking of you Your typed words Somehow Hit a soft spot inside me We had a great discussion About this and that The going ons in our lives You didn't judge me On my physical appearance To you I am words on a screen Hidden behind the what ifs And the fantasises about my looks Swell in the corners of your mind I too sit here and think of the what ifs And let my fantasises take me away Thinking about how you look How you'll see me Will you be afraid? I know that I am afraid Afraid that years of distasteful experiences Will repat themselves when we finally meet The look I know oh so well The look I have seen so many times The look of disappointment When people see me for who I am Not the little miss perfect their mind had conjured Those people don't realise That I have feelings too Those looks feel like a stab in my heart As another part of it dies when it is broken The heart is fragile and cannot take much beating But the beating my heart has taken had made me strong Ill keep this strength my friend Until the day we finally meet In case I see the same look Staring back at me.
Reason for writing:
Love over the net.
Birth sign: Leo
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