Hello, he says,
hello, she replies,
coming into a new world
looking for something different,
going to a new place.

Goodbye, he says,
goodbye, she replies,
leaving the new world,
found nothing different,
going back to comfort,
as if nothing had changed.

Being one in a hundred may make you isolated.
The ace in the hole.

A card game only has 4 aces which are the most special in
The deck.

But, life is still fun for the ace.
The ace, the one in a hundred
Can still
Love

They are just special.
The newest variable in the equation
Of biology.

THey don't feel the same
As normal people

They are the minority of minorities.

The ace is the special card.

Aces have more convenient lives

Not worrying about lust
Or any fuss.

They can love but not want what others do
They can flirt but not understand what flirting is

The silent minority, the aces are said to not exist.
But the ace does exist.

1 in a hundred.

She stares at him across the room
Wondering what he thinks
Starring endlessly in to his savory eyes
They speak
Wondering why,
she's thinking he moves them to meet her gaze.

Round the corner he spins and spins
In his rolling chair he likes to twinge

She laughs
He smiles

In her eyes she sees
His wayward movement
Making her thoughts go blank
Only seeing him

Maybe if it were real
Between them
Shed be happier
She thought to herself.

Crushes are crushes
burried underneath mounds of lushes

Lust is one thing, love is another
She has to wonder
What could it be.

Her heart pumps faster
Instead of just louder

Darkness entrenches her
The ghost like fog wraps around
Her body like a quilt

But this fog is nothing like a quilt.

Sure, its solid like a quilt,
Heavy like a quilt.

But that's just a simile
Used for imagery.

The darkness
And the fog,
The coldness
The emptiness.

Where is the warmth of a quilt?
How did she get into a place
Like this, with no sun, no protection,
And low visibility?

Only deep inside of her brain lies the answer.
But can she find it?

A world of people
Who thinks she's weird.

When she meets someone she likes
She opens one of the gates up.

They still have a while to go to
See who she really is.

She's hapless at romance,
Not getting a chance with anyone
Because she merely watches
Romance from the side lines,
Only able to analyze it,
Never truly experiencing it,
Not knowing the full reality of it,
Basing her decision to be closed off
From only observation.

Maybe someday a guy will
Sweep her off her feet,
But who will he be?

Because of miscommunication she cannot
Get her feelings across.

Apparently she keeps her
Feelings hidden far too long
Because she wants others to
Be happy.

She is shunned for her
Want to make everyone else
Happy before herself,
Making her the lone wolf,
Who merely observes,
Watching from the woods,
Howling at the moon,
Sad to be alone,
But not sure if it'd make a
Difference or not in happiness
If she were to be placed together with another wolf.

She likes her freedom, but
Is pulled like a rope between
Freedom and commitment, trying
To find a balance.

She's not sure, but not patient
With the matter, she likes to
Push it deeper into herself, to ignore
The loneliness, and look into the future,
Hoping it'll be better than the miserable
Balcony that she stands on, watching
Couples kiss and hold hands,
Frowning and then smiling,
Having conflicting emotions.