DECISON. (the truth behind "THE DOUBT")

Your looks are bittersweet
"I think"..

I enjoy them, but
they're THERE..

reminding me reminding me
of his translucent STARE...

Ive seen his eyes
and heard the pain
so distinctive in his voice

It hurts me just to think of him
because I know I had a choice

but your looks..
theyre not made of plaster
instead, theyre made of clay

a clay in which I enjoy molding
into a smile everyday ...

Though, I think about it ..
and, if I was with him,
the plaster would fade away

"but from what tears??"
if they were his,
Id have 'just' things to say

I dont know what
Ive couldve done

to prove it..
ONCE and FOR ALL ..

was it that his heart WAS big enough? .. or was it just too small ?

but then you came
into my life
and had made better days

Id only see HIM once or twice, and we'd have to find different "ways" ..

YOU keep me guessing,
and, instead, I see you all the time..

I hope that doubts may come to cease when I have called you mine..

YOUR LOOKS..
so sweet..
HAVE CAPTURED ME ..
in a way.. I can't describe ...

IGNORE THE PAST.
INDEED I WILL.
FOR YOUR LOVE,

I WILL ABIDE...