What You Do
The clock on the wall ticks away the time,
But still I sit here trying to find the perfect rhyme.
The words I want just won’t seem to come,
And I feel like my mind is coming undone.
But these words have to be just right for you.
The hardest part though will be keeping them true.
I know what I should say, what you want to hear.
But those words aren’t right, they express no fear.
And let me say that I am terrified of you,
Because to me you don’t realize what you do.
The power that you hold over me,
Is so much more than I thought it would be.
This is all too good to be true,
And I know that I am going to get hurt by you.
You say that you will make everything alright.
But you don’t realize that you are the cause of my fright.
I want to believe all the things that you say,
But I don’t want to be another sucker for you, no way.
Oh but how truly silly of me.
I’ve already fallen into your trap, clearly.
So many times I said I would not fall for you.
But that’s exactly what you’ve made me do.
Copyright © Liz Thomas | Year Posted 2008
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