From The Bird's Nest

Fool

Sitting shoulder to shoulder is,
Nice. I know. Small word.
But being close and and knowing you,
Were at arms reach, means safety.
I'm content with our space,
I don't mind you invading,
In fact I prefer it.
Sometimes I wonder if,
I'm trying to hard, trying to much to impress,
Then I realise I haven't, I'm being me.
I haven't pretended or faked myself,
I'm not scared of who I am around you.
In fact, I want to be me more so than ever.
Weird eh? How I don't need to impress.
How I don't need to try.
Because you accept me for who I am.
Well turn the tables and look at it this way,
I accept all you are and aspire to be also.
There's a glint in your eyes,
Disparity to your smile,
There's times when stupidly,
I'd sit and stare for a while.
Because you make me mess up,
I loose control of myself,
But I guess they say its true,
That love shows itself,
By completely stealing dignity
And messing up my words,
But for no reason, not ever,
Have I really cared.
To be a fool for you.