Monday, January 5, 2009

When the hope of another wet nightmare is all we have to live for

I know there aren't too many people who allow themselves to say what they feel,
so I was watching your eyes, in case they just might say something.
I want to think someone's beautiful, that they're so beautiful it's a thrill to be near them.
Fill my stomach with butterflies, have me floating on air, bring something out of me I didn't know was there. But it's such a torturous thing that I am not excited by anyone.