My heart is made of stone
The stone that lies under the others
As to not get trampled

You give me the signs
I used to look for

My passion is kept close
Right between the folds of my arms
And the surface of my chest

I knock on your door
But then run away

My simplicity is showing
But you will never see it
Peeking out of my shallow smile

I want you in my bed
But not under the sheets

This is my fault
I only show you little cut-outs
Of the love letter I've been writing

I'd mail it to you with my eyes
But your gaze strikes me
I drop it everytime