FixXxer
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Jan 4, 2004
- Messages
- 1,052
I wish there was one,
who knew what i meant by fun,
who would just sit with me, stare at the sun.
Someone who knew my thoughts,
one who i dont have to explain to lots.
Someone, who i can connect
without tempting me to be erect,
who would just sit, talk
come with me for a walk,
once or twice around the block.
Why is it so hard,
to find someone of the same card,
the sharpness of this shard,
wont allow me to drop my guard.
Being taken advantage of is rough,
they say it makes you more tough,
but thats because it makes it harder to love,
the paranioa of being hurt,
is what stops me from lifting my shirt,
or your skirt.
It is hard to grow,
when i cannot show,
when i love you so.
The fear of being mislead,
will not escape my head.
everyday it is fed,
by what people have said.
or failed to say.
the sky will remain grey,
for today, and another day.
thats ok, its the price i will have to pay.
who knew what i meant by fun,
who would just sit with me, stare at the sun.
Someone who knew my thoughts,
one who i dont have to explain to lots.
Someone, who i can connect
without tempting me to be erect,
who would just sit, talk
come with me for a walk,
once or twice around the block.
Why is it so hard,
to find someone of the same card,
the sharpness of this shard,
wont allow me to drop my guard.
Being taken advantage of is rough,
they say it makes you more tough,
but thats because it makes it harder to love,
the paranioa of being hurt,
is what stops me from lifting my shirt,
or your skirt.
It is hard to grow,
when i cannot show,
when i love you so.
The fear of being mislead,
will not escape my head.
everyday it is fed,
by what people have said.
or failed to say.
the sky will remain grey,
for today, and another day.
thats ok, its the price i will have to pay.
