i find myself at an impasse because simple logic is being shot by teenage insecurity and genaral emotions of course it's about a girl after all my sisters never stop reminding me that behind every great man is a great woman who tells him to shut the **** up when he's acting an ***, but wind mistress is..........a sensitve situaion to say the least cuz 100% truth be told i'm kind of a weird, perverted creep then again not many seventeen year olds aren't so anyhow the problem is complex but simple in it's complexity as is the nature of most things women included....... i guess its as simple as asking if she wants to give it a whirl........

i see you through my window and think of yesterday
millions of thoughts inside my head but no more words to say

dreaming of tomorow and freting all the way thinking of me thinking of you and the mighty sky of blue

you remind me of the the wind, the wind that rushes through invisible like love but know its there and true

once in love with life and now in  love with you you breeze right passed me mistress of the wind

eyes like tempests, body like storm, wings a breeze and love like air reborn

but still you are a mistress my heart though ever yours you play with my emotions a game played evermore