Isaak DeMaio

Rookie (September 16,1992 - / Buffalo, New York)

Why Can't You Stop Thinking About Yourself?


He wants her hand,
he wants her heart,
he doesn't care how she looks,
he wants her to fill the part.

He wants the endless conversations,
he wants her right by his side,
he wants her to help him through this,
he needs someone to go along this ride.

He wants the laughter,
he wants to smile,
he wants the little things,
he wants to feel he is worthwhile.

He wants those dreams,
where it's only him and her,
facing the entire world,
he wants her to know he cares.

He wants what he can't have,
but to know his effort was put in,
he wants her to realize,
he wants this reborn life to begin.

He wants what seems like a lot,
he wants what he can think,
he wants to be loved,
he knows he cannot blink.

He knows his eyes have to be open,
he knows to take every detail,
he wants to know she knows,
he wants something that cannot fail.

He wants that feeling,
he wants it all,
he wants the sense of knowing,
that someone shall catch him if he falls.

Submitted: Tuesday, February 09, 2010

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