Scared.

To be moved by the moonlight,

swayed by the dance,

to take one step forward

leave it too chance

covered in the guise of make-up

invitations I dont take up

I kiss the lips then run away

too scared to look back

too scared to stay.

the ruination of all things stands in my way

to block the door marked exit

dont want to stay

and the next step to be taken I do not do

cant let myself be driven by you

passions never passionate

the words are never right

there never is a change in this

not even by the moonlight

and I'm no cinderella

with slipper of glass

no pumpkin for coach

my rags or riches last

I am what I am and I feel what I feel,

I never feel anything close to being real

and I cant go forward

and I dont want to go back

so I stand and I bask in

the love that I lack

as I dream and I dawdle and the world passes by

what pause do I take to ask myself why

I never will take more than the kiss

offered by stranger in dawns errie mist

I am never good enough or the other way round

dont venture forth when love could be found

cos dissapointment dissapoints me

every day

and on rolls this stone

gathering moss the same way

and yet there I stay, optimistic though wry

about one day 'something' I do not let pass by

and all the time I do this

I am not getting any younger

but determind not to fall short

of a real loves hunger.