Ponder

This isn't really a poem either, it's kind of a ballet type thing. I'm not completely sure.

I ponder why the world spins round, and the wind pushes back, only to find that you linger in every thought

Does she know, can she tell,

Is it that obvious?

Do I give everything away, is it wrong to want what you have with her?

I wonder if what I feel is really true, because sometimes I see you in disgust, and I feel akward and misplaced

If you really did love me back what would I do, would you treat me like everyone else you've been with? Would it be a replay of you past relationships? I want to be speacial. I want to be able to tell you everything, I want to feel in my every move and thought and word before I say I love you.