What you do

I'm sitting here trying to find myself
Sometimes in silence, a laugh or a shout,
Dealing with feelings that I have never felt,
Confused, riddled, filled with self doubt.

You draw me like a moth to the flame,
But really I only have myself to blame
That beautiful smile is always the tease,
It makes me try harder, so much harder to please.

I think you know how I feel,
My senses explode I start to reel
SO I hope this message goes straight and true,
right into the heart of you.

Nick P