Jul 2016
I sit down to write you symphonies,
Write for hours on end.
You fill my thoughts endlessly,
So I write you books of poetry
And whole novels about my daydreams.
I sit down to spend hours sketching every detail of your face-
I have it memorized, it's true.
Then I shall sit and wait for an outcome
For an eternity. Or two.
Write for hours on end.
You fill my thoughts endlessly,
So I write you books of poetry
And whole novels about my daydreams.
I sit down to spend hours sketching every detail of your face-
I have it memorized, it's true.
Then I shall sit and wait for an outcome
For an eternity. Or two.
Why do I get it in my head that if I pour my soul out for someone they will do the same? Nobody owes me anything.
