I spend my life waiting
For what I won't accept.
But I crave and want it all the same
I am starving for the contact
Of who I will turn away from
Of who I will run blindly into the night for to save
Without speaking a word to after
Like watching a flower you've grown, about to bloom
But stolen away and your forced to watch it bloom with another
But you know it was by your own admission and you simply stopped and watched the crime
It is a crime of the heart
And sometimes scars cause more damage than insight