I just wanna know who you really are.
Why can't you tell me?
With you, I don't know where to start.
Give me a hint, because I'm going on nothing.
I wanna know what it means to love someone this much,
and not know the truth... not know them?
I need to know how you feel.
I can't so this if it's only one-sided.
I wanna know if you're real.
Are you really who you say you are?
I wanna know everything.
I need to know everything.
I can't live these doubts.
I don't want to cry anymore because I don't know.
If it's all lies... I'll die.
Your deceptions would be my final good bye.
Help me to know you.
I can't love you if I feel like this.
I just can't...
I noticed it's an older poem, though not extremely old. I hope that by this point in time you know who I am and what I'm about, and I don't blame you for wanting something more than one way, it's the only way I'd have it. It's short and sweet, and it's not a bad piece of writing. Then again, you're not a bad writer,
Much Love,
Sander