I’m not blind to see all that you do and all that you become when I am around I just choose not to see
I’m not deaf to your silent cries I just choose not to listen
I see your dying desire to hold me when I walk past you
Tempted to stop and let you hold me but I go
You become so uneasy when our eyes lock as you know I can decipher the language they speak
They speak me and I am not listening