you come up to me and speak in a way...
a way that makes me wonder what is on your mind.
i can barely breathe when you look into my eyes.
the heat is unbareable and i cant see quite straight.
what i wouldnt give for 15minutes of your time...
but to you i am nothing more, than just another passing glance
but when we speak, i keep hoping for just one little chance.
a chance to let you see what is really inside me.
a chance to know if you are just what i percieve.
is that so much to ask?