Do I really have to leave a light on for you,
are you not clever enough to find your way
after another long night.
And what do you mean you can't read my mind
it's clearly labelled in this perspex box
covered with years of clouded dreams.
You said you were a seeker of lies,
a hunter of dreams,
but you have failed to see my smile
hidden from you.
17/11/08
Viola Grey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/are-you-even-looking-2/
