I know you but by pictures,
just what you want me to know.
We've never even talked,
but what is conversation with a faceless person?
You know me as the same,
the pictures and blogs and
anything else I choose to show you.
We are the same, you and I,
and I doubt you even know
that I want you.
You may hear in my song,
or read in my poem
these feelings and thoughts
that torment me.
There is no cure
for unrequited love,
just a pain that sings over us all
untill we curl up in the corner
waiting for the end to come,
and our lives to finally be!
No! I will not be just another statistic,
I will not be another casualty
in the war against ourselves,
and I swear this to myself
as I look at your picture
and wish that I knew your name.
