I am yours, I'm sure
not wanting the rain to pour
from my untainted eyes
reflecting your uncanny lies

is it fate that we met
in the dark of day on the street
me in my thoughts obsolete
to what the physical world holds

the impulsive way I always throw myself off, I am not brave though I'm a danger to myself
is what you knew no longer needed
to love someone who's absorbed, conceited

if...