If I May Ask...
You look at me all the time when we are together, with your pretty eyes. which takes my breath a way. But then I stop to ask you why do you give me such a look? Then you replay by saying your so beautiful and stunning to me. Which, makes me wanna stop. Stop time its self; and cry with out you seeing my tears run down my face.
If I May Ask…
But then again, you probably say that to every girl you meet; probably every girl that you speak to as well. But I hope I’m different from every one of those girls.
If I May Ask…
But if I may ask, why am I beautiful and stunning to you. I’m not sure know how you see it; But when I look threw a window or anything that shows how I really look to myself. All, I see…is a young girl; which doesn’t understand herself yet….a young girl; which doesn’t feel right stunting in her own shoes or doesn’t even feel right in her own body…A girl, which has done things in world which shouldn’t even taken place of talking about; or even when people took and broken my heart; even with the people that raped me. But….then; I’m with you, talking to you, thinking about you. Even dreaming about your wonderful/amazing self. All of the damage mistake is all pushed aside…Even the tough burdens on my shoulders. It makes me feel like I have a new life, a new heart, a new mind including. But I know I make you mad…. When I imply that you truly don’t care about me……but baby; all I’m doing is asking, .......
So…..
If I May Ask……Can I gat an answer for me and my poem?
