This is my first installment of my Angst Poetry collection. This goes into
my deep dark side of life. Little things now and then, when I try to
control my thoughts at a window (more about that later.)
It makes me happy when you talk to me.
Sad when you don't.
I can't look you in the eyes,
Without losing my mind over you.
I think of you often
And I can only wonder
If it's possible for you to think of me.
You give me a small touch with your hand
And mutter a "sorry"
And it makes me think if you care for me any.
One can only wonder...