alright, update time, here's a few more poems, some new, some old.  but they're all new to you.

Chino #1

you look past me,
though we're standing face to face.
and my words are blocked
escorted away through space.
can you feel my hands,
placed gently on your waist?
you're dissapointed and missunderstood,
taken for granted and so out of place.
i see your beauty
beneath your baseball cap,
but you don't notice.
don't look past me,
when we're standing face to face.
and hear my words
and let my love replace
all your pain.