I close my eyes,
I turn away,
and yet you stand here as to stay.
I do not live,
for joy of games,
and yet you stand here just the same.
Ive never spoken,
for your fun,
and yet you stand here as the one.
I given nothing,
to you that's fake.
and yet you stand here just to take.
I am not now,
nor never be,
and yet you stand here cursing me.
I smile until I frown,
and yet you stand here...
saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poem-for-figure/
