Midnight Oil

It seems to me that rarely
Do I reach beyond myself to
Find the answers; instead
I resort to the same
Useless resources in
Order to find solutions
Am I pretty? Am I
Someone you could fall in love with?
Perception determines this
Some could never love me
But that doesn't mean I can't
Be loved by someone else
Where is the moment that will
Break my heart shatter my resolves
Anbd melt my ice facade?
Lurking in the shadows
The light cathces his hair in
Playful ribbons that hurt
Sweet daydreams pale
In comparison to heavem
To him, to you
Being with you (the thought)
Is the reason why I'm
Still awake