I never come to know your thoughts,
yet mine are always on your soul.
i haven't been in your little secluded world,
as i watch you stare in nothingness,
i wish i'm a part of the dreams on your thoughts.
i was never fortunate to see your core,
yet i always wanted to see the depth of your soul...
as i read your poems, the litany of your misery;
i come to feel the pain of your being,
through those times i wanted to embrace you,
to soothe your pain and heal your wounds.
the real world was far more cruel than it shows
and to protect yourself, you create your own world...
inside your cold shell i know another man,
who was far more caring and sensitive.
i always wanted to see that being;
to share and cheerish this little life of mine,
yet if the real world would only brings you pain,
yes, i wanted to stay alone with you,
and be forever a loner in your little sanctuary...
