We've known eachother for a long time
Yet I still feel shivers when she walks by
When our eyes connect I almost fall apart
And not being with her is casting stones on my heart, putting together words to tell her how I feel, is like putting together a puzzle with missing pieces, it can't be completed, therefore the message never clear, she is the light at the end of the tunnel, the kind of light that's has me fighting through the darkness to get to something that's just a figment of my imagination, and it hurts, it hurts so bad because I want to tell her
When we finish hugging I feel like she takes part of me with her, so what do I do now?
Do I stop hugging her, or do I continue to let her take me apart piece by piece
Until I am no longer me, till I'm just another face in the crowd, I need a relationship is the conclusion I've come to
I need to feel wanted, needed, loved, and its in this I believe that ill find true happiness
Until then I don't have an identity
I'm just another face in the crowd
Wesley Parker
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/identity-crisis-2/
