Edges
It's too hard to know
what you are thinking when you look
at me, up at me, down
in vain, because I'm not a book.
The things you don't know about me
because you haven't stopped to see
awesome in your world of running
while I'm here watching in dark unfree.
I was weak and cold and scared
of being broken if you were to learn
how I am, no less than I was
when you fell in love and took the burn.
You let go because I couldn't have you
that's the way it goes sometimes
you said it wasn't fair to us or anyone
being this in love crazy across the lines.
It's too hard to know what you're thinking
when you look at me and say
how badly you want me and touch me
my still, allowing your fingers to stay.
I don't know what you don't know
have you watched me lately, are you...
are you falling through.
back in love again, knowing I'm much more
than I ever was before?
Don't you think the edge might be dangerous?