Is Ignorance Bliss?

Why canšt you see how much I care for you?
Why canšt you accept my love?
Why canšt you feel for me the way I feel for you?

What are you afraid of?
Are you afraid of your own heart?
Are you afraid of being hurt?

What is it you are scared of?
Maybe you are afraid to let yourself go,
To let yourself love.

Maybe you donšt know what love is.
Maybe you think you know, but you really donšt know.
Maybe you are commitment phobic.

What draws me to you?
What makes me think you could ever love me that way?
Why canšt you return the love I freely give?

Is ignorance to love equal to bliss for you?
Can you not see what a wonderful person you are?
Why must you push me away and keep pushing me after all this time?

Why must I tell you what I feel when you already know?
Why must you act like you donšt know?
Why must you deny your love for me?

I canšt go on like this forever.
I canšt be strung along.
I canšt go on thinking that your ignorance is bliss to you.


Published on April 16, 2006 in