every guy i touch

i idealize.

i give him strength, empathy, love, and even the special thing.

if he accidentally drops it, i will lift it up and give it to him, again.

often i will do so, for i have learned it takes time.

but it will be dropped again and again.

and finally i will be standing in front of this guy and all the strength, empathy, love, even the special thing will be laying down there broken.

and as my anger bursts out, they will be wondering why.

so i will be waiting, waiting for someone who gives all his strengh, empathy love, and the special thing in my hands.. if this is going to happen i will know how to worship you.

i am careless and free, how it should be

my haert is heavy as a rock,

bound to the groung

in shock.

i feel ur words rotating besides the necessary mindflow.

i hear u like an echo in my head.. soft and like a sweet mumble.

over and over thoughts go back to what u have said or might say about this and that.

ur so cute, always, but when u speak out loud what i think i could kiss u in this very second.

just that i have to kiss the screen instead of ur face.

but still i enjoy ur words.over and over again