Questions
What do you think of me?
What words come to mind?
What feelings are stirred?
When my name passes by.
Who am I to you?
Who is it you see?
Do you see who I am,
When you look into me?
When you look in my eyes,
Can you trace my mind?
Can you see where I’ve been,
Where I’m going?
Would you go with me to that place?
That place that I made,
Made out of bricks, dreams, and clay
Would you want to stay?
Can you hear in my voice?
Can you read in my words?
The sounds and the meanings,
That only exist for you to know.
I don’t think you can.
And no matter how much I try,
I can’t show you ,
What you can’t see with your own eyes.
Would you trust me to guide you?
Take your hand and lead.
And show you that i want you,
That I really want you.
And if you don’t want to be led,
Id take a step back,
Walk by your side,
Or behind in your tracks.
It doesn’t matter the when,
The where or the how.
It could be in the future,
It could be in the now.
No matter how long it takes,
It would last that times forever.
And even if it doesn’t,
At least it was longer than never.
I’d take whatever I get,
Whatever exists.
Days, months, and years,
Or a single kiss.
A kiss that would make the world tremble.
Copyright © Michael Layao | Year Posted 2012
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