Sshhhh Just For a Minute, Please

Are you happy in your ignorance? A slave to stereotype. You claim you're not a Romeo, but I don't believe the hype. No matter how my words fall out , in English or in 'blah blah' I can't get you to understand, frustration is a cancer I wish I could just stop the clock, grab your head in my hands and beg and plead for you to speak and tell me where I stand. Alone? or just a step behind you, a thousand miles away? Can I be with you when I wake up every b-----d day? My eyes will come to focus on untangible junctures and when I try to say my piece, my mouth can't form the words. Because you know and now I know that I crush all that I hold. You're a precious tiny butterfly who's wings are shroud in gold. I'll leave this be, but please, be free and i'll refrain from crumbling, restrain myself from thinking that this nothing could be something 15th September 2011