What's Hidden Behind Your Eyes?
By WaryDreamer
Do you ever think of me as you walk along your way?Do thoughts of me flash 'cross your mind throughout your busy day?Does your heart sometimes skip a beat if you should hear my name?Do you remember teaching me how to really play love's game?Do you ever stop and wonder where I would be this minuteOr imagine how my life'd be without your influence in it?Do you ever have a question of how different you would beIf I had never met you and you'd never talked to me?Do you ever pause to realize how very much I cared?Do you ever stop and think about various times we shared?Do you only think of me as you lie down to rest?Do my memories give you pleasure or remind you of a pest?Do you lock me in a box hidden deep from all your thoughtsOr do you let me roam around and consider me a fault?Do you put me high upon a shelf far up and out of sight?Do you take me down occasionally to relieve a lonely night?Do you read these things I've written then lay them down at last?Does a smile sneak across your face as you recall the past?... Or do you even take the time to think of me at all? Was I always just an after thought... nothing more?...that's all? mAugust 1987 Written November 29th, 2001 © on Nov 29 2001 02:48 PM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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"Do you ever think of me as you walk along your way?Do thoughts of me flash 'cross your mind throughout your busy day?Does your heart sometimes skip a beat if you should hear my name?Do you remember teaching me how to really play love's game?Do you ever stop and wonder where I would be this minuteOr imagine how my life'd be without your influence in it?Do you ever have a question of how different you would beIf I had never met you and you'd never talked to me?Do you ever pause to realize how very much I cared?Do you ever stop and think about various times we shared?Do you only think of me as you lie down to rest?Do my memories give you pleasure or remind you of a pest?Do you lock me in a box hidden deep from all your thoughtsOr do you let me roam around and consider me a fault?Do you put me high upon a shelf far up and out of sight?Do you take me down occasionally to relieve a lonely night?Do you read these things I've written then lay them down at last?Does a smile sneak across your face as you recall the past?... Or do you even take the time to think of me at all? Was I always just an after thought... nothing more?...that's all? mAugust 1987..."