.mr.quiet.

.mr.quiet.

why don't you open up to me, Mr. Quiet?

do you think that i won't listen or

what you say may cause a riot?

are you a stranger,

 even to yourself?

so unsure, 

you're afraid to confide in anyone else?

do i make you nervous?

do i rack your brain?

is all of my endless questioning, 

driving you insane?

are you lost deep inside yourself?

wearing your heart upon your sleeve?

where it tends to need a little help..

or 

do you hate the fact 

that i pry, Mr. Quiet?

so much so that you'll stay closed

(basically saying "don't even try it")?

do i even have a chance,

tell me once and for all.

will you open up to me?

i can't see you,

hiding behind your wall.

but i promise i wont be hurtful,

i'll listen when you speak.

i love to learn about you,

i find you quite unique.

so if you give me a chance

i swear to you..

i'll use it.

i'll treasure what you say to me

and i promise,

i won't lose it. 

©Butteryevil 2003