Chemical Jackson

Chemical Jackson

so far out of my reach
yet so close to touch
you are my down fall
those eyes, that hair
i can only dream
i am your puppet on a string with nothing else to do
Walk away never knowing
Never wanting to know
so differnt from me
your so memerizing
to watch you talk and you to play
not fair
so traped
Ah the things i could say
things i wanna say
but i'll shut up
it's not time
MAH

Author's Note: 4/8/03 I wrote this poem about a boy i couldn't have cause he was my boyfriend's best friend.