Your Face

Every night I see a face,
And I think it is yours;
Every night the moon does spin,
And I feel weak within;
Maybe it is a chance of change?
To catch up with lost past;
Maybe the world is spinning?
So my heart can grow up fast;
Maybe I am to see a face,
And know it is yours;

Dumb - Poem

I wish I knew where to look;
I wish I knew where to run;
All my past a mistake,
Making me feel dumb;