The Locket

You may think I'm not looking

nor think that I care

I think that I've fallen right into your snare

Was it a trap?

Lovegames of the heart?

but how is it so, if we're so far apart?

Everyday, I wish you were here

or someone at least to keep me free of this fear.

I think of you daily; your words on the winds

whom carry your thoughts right to my hands.

Now look at the Stars, and when you do think of me

they are like lockets holding my Dreams.

Dreams that you visit, quite frequently.

Now with this said, ink and paper; words are set

I say to myself...

"But we've never met"

My thoughts twist and turn,

in a quandry quite sick

and another quick thought...

"Do you even EXIST?"

My heart leaves me bare, lovegames, I'm defeated

yet the Stars way up there still hold Dreams

where your visit's repeated.

There they remain,

locked away high

with the keys of a musicbox

who's song is but mine.

But just so you know,

I see and I'm watching.

It's for you to decide

time still passes

but you havn't lost me

-LOV-