I fear the thin blue lines racing down my cheeks

once in a while i am told things that ignite my heart
and thats why I am sitting here
trying to find the flame
but why am i writing love poems? Where is the love?
most of us dont notice it any way
thats why i should be let go
but at night when i hug my lover
i can not tell who i am writing about

i find that each little tiny clock is so hard to balance

i have a difficult time loving the things i love most

and even after getting so hurt, i was still hoping wed end up together

because the beautiful blue lines that form the tears down my cheek
can't hold in the fact that
ill never make you cry

and i know im not wrong
when i say that
i think that youll still save me
but your waiting on the edge for soneone else
with brown beautiful eyes
to walk my thin line of tears

right up to you

and kiss you


   - (but I won't because I am too afraid)