His thoughts are what ail me
The not knowing then the assumptions
they all leave me frail
Unasnwered questions
hanging in the balance
I sit here and stare at him
as if I'm trying to read his thoughts
I sit here and glare at him
waiting to hear him speak
Speak what he thinks and tell me what he means
Scream from the roof tops
Proclaiming his guilt
Explain to me why he did this filth
I want hear his thoughts and deduce why he'd do what he did
and why to me
Perhaps then I'll be less distraught
If i know his reasons and his thoughts
I wish to know his every thought
Why he does each thing
And thinks each thought
Perhaps then I'll be less distraught
If I know his reasons and his thoughts
There's just one thought that may not make me less distraught what if his reason for hurting me is not at all what I thought
Am i prepared to hear the driving froce
behind the hatred that's taken its course
To hear the reasons
from the lips of evil
it may be a lot more painful
than I've ever thought
Ashley Stone
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/his-thoughts-2/
