For just one solitary glimpse of you—
a sliver of life dispersing the haze
that clouds here, preventing me, in its hue,
from seeing light in the dark of my days—
I'd chance the downfall of this masquerade.
The bigger your smile, the better my mood.
You jump around on your feet, where I've laid
my vow of a life in grim solitude.
If I could just take you; force you to hear—
better yet, trap you and call you a crush,
maybe you'd see all of the quiet fear
that's praying, praying you don't see me blush…
where I wait, wrapped up within this disguise,
hoping the next glimpse will bring me your eyes.