Sometimes I see a person so beautiful to me,
that I can't help but fix my eyes and shuffle nervously.
Then I die a little more inside,
in the effort of protecting "familial" pride.
Occasionaly I see the person again,
and love and glint may return to my eye,
But I never speak to them, I don't no why...
I'm so terrified of being found out,
so I walk an uncharted route.
RS GALLAGHER 09-01-2014.