You Don'T Know Me That Well Poem by Lubna Hazeem

Oh, licking off the pouring drops
Slipping through the evening walls
Pointing towards the angle of spite
Or a distorted look on your weary eyes

You'd think you'd hold me that tight
In swirling days and stormy nights
You'd think im suffering tonight...
Oh, but you don't know me that well...
Oh, you don't know me as yourself....
Oh.....

And that subtle smile you wear
It makes me feel so unprepared
What kind of days do we have to share?
Will my questions always be unfair?
I don't know....
It's what you show...
It's what you show to me...
Oh....

That makes me feel...
That im made up of steel...
Because you don't know me that well...
Oh, you don't know me as yourself....
Oh, you don't know me that well.....
No more than i know yourself.....
Because that's not what you show...
Oh, and that's not what i know....
Oh......

This life is a sea
And we're tides apart
To our deaths we cling
Oh, we strive to fall...
Oh, we're not fighting...
Oh, we're not fighting...
We're not fighting it at all...
And we're just hiding....
Oh, we're just hiding....
We're not fighting it at all...
Oh.....