Look

If only you would look at me
Even from a distance will do
Feed my delusions
Let me think that you know I exist
That you know my name
Then I may find occasion to smile
Maybe in a fools hope
But hope still

If only you would look at me
Then maybe I could find courage
I thought my self brave
Having faced monsters from the deep
Scaled the highest places
Trekked in the dead of night in unforgiving weather
Traveled through land scarred by war and strife
But before you I falter and fail
Unable to even call your name

If only you would look at me
Maybe I’d think my self worthy
For I have nothing to boast for
Nor can I lay claim to any measure of success
All I can offer are some incoherent lines
Phrases haphazardly gathered
without much thought or care
Pretending to be words with meaning
Detailing nothing worthwhile
Save for how I crave for your affection

If only you would look at me
Then maybe I could play the part
Of the one who would walk with you
Have conversations over cups of café mocha
Be with you when it rains
Hold your hand and look into your eyes
I’d hold your smile of more value than my life
If only you would look at me

I wish you would
Just look
So I may write a happy ending

Waiting for the Bus

I live in a city of billboards
Where the streets are black
The air is gray
People are blue
Graffiti is blood red
And the street signs are pink

I stand on the sidewalk
Waiting for the bus
I used to think I was unique
Then I realized I was
Just like everybody else
Waiting for that bus

Tired of being alone
In a street full or people
I think I’ve had enough
Desperate for change
I vow to seize each day
Tomorrow I’ll try to smile

Waiting for the bus
To take me to the place I love
There I want to stay
Be happy in good company
Till then I just sit and wait
And watch others go by

Time crawls and flies
Maybe it will never come
Then I realized the obvious
A few had already gone by
While I sat and waited
For the bus to finally arrive