I don't want to sound desperate or even slightly pessimistic,
but,
pardon me, or pardon my ways,
maybe I've been a bit pampered, over the time that was once gave.
i'm used to the songs, and poems, the lyrical romance,
that… meaningful wordy romance.
the kind that breezes right under your skin, and dances along to the rhythm within.
but,
I want more.

pardon me, I don't want to sound desperate or even slightly pessimistic,
i want the phone calls that are deemed restless.
i want photos that capture my words,
that make me speechless,
that make my brain curve.
for, I've been through it all.
i've droven into love and back.
i know all of the tricks and all of the facts.
so i do not expect much,
not even a bit.
i just kinda wish it was more than just...
but,

pardon me, I don't want to sound desperate or even slightly pessimistic,*
but, I want more.


More then just *this.