Trying Not To Hide

I’d sit and watch,

As you chat and smile.

I’d listen mostly,

Think to interrupt once in a while.

But I couldn’t I’d stay silent,

Enchanted by you.

Your personality,

Shining through.

Your beauty stalling me,

I’d try oh so hard.

But I know I’d fail,

End up watching you depart.

And there’s the regret,

I’d hold for all life.

Too shy to speak up,

Try as I might.

So I’m glad I didn’t see you,

In a cafe or bar.

For there I could only,

Admire from afar.

I’m glad that I met you,

Here in this web.

Where my confidence oozes,

With no sign of dread.

I’m glad that you saw me,

What I hold inside.

For without your love found,

I’d be alone, trying not to hide.

 

 

Both Of Me.

There are two sides to every story.

There are certainly two sides to me.

There’s the loving cuddly father figure.

There’s the the beast seeking depravity.

Sometimes I fight to keep me inside.

Sometimes I just set me free.

Sometimes I tire of this double life.

Sometimes I wish I weren’t me.

For having two sides is such hard work.

Having two sides where one’s perceived as a jerk.

Is tiring to the point that all energy’s gone.

Exhausting the rationale that I’m big, that I’m strong.

And sometimes I crumble.

Sometimes I cry.

Sometimes I wish the world away.

Sometimes I wish I’d die.

But like the world I keep turning around.

I keep the beast securely bound.

I have the strength to live the day.

Hoping that your love will keep me at bay.

And sometimes I think the beast is cool.

Sometimes we don’t need society’s rules.

Sometimes it’s good to let loose and be free.

Sometimes I love like you, both of me.