I wouldn't dare to kiss her lips
I wouldn't even stare.
It fixes me into something vacant and in constant care
A world is on the couch beside me messing with her hair
and I can't even think
to even breath
without smiling in between
its hard to sit
and not  commit
to tickling her pink with laughter.
This has happened many times
this false thing within
inside
that makes me think there's something more
when there will hardly be
and I don't want there to be
Just our souls are so in tune that
every word does move me, and my heart gets all confused
But I resist knowing that this isn't what it seems
knowing that this is just a fantasy
a Utopia like all the rest ---a Dystopia in the end at best