To Never Really Know
To never really know me, what I like or simply the color of my eyes,
To never really know me, what makes me laugh, or smile, or even cry,
To never really know me, doesn’t hurt me anymore like it used to. It’s now who I am because of what you always do.
To never really know them, what they like or don’t, when they beg you for attention but you simply won’t,
To never really know them, just the simple day things,
To never really know them, doesn’t hurt me, it hurt us. Them. Because of what you do.
To never really know us, that we love to sing off key,
To never really know us, how much we love you even though you can’t be bothered to see,
To never really know us, will eventually stop hurting us, and we will be gone. Because of what you do.
that was prophetic and melancholy and sad and sage and...just life I guess, Miss Summer. What a lovely soft offering. You were in a giving mood. thank you for sharing that with us. A few lines even made me thing about some recent actions.
You are a very complicated, profoundly deep young woman. And I am proud to know you...although, do I really? Can we really know anyone, as you said. Until we look deeper. Until we search? Now you've got me doing it. so...stop it.
i really really love this I feel this and it hits so deep thank u for sharing this babes