my pen could just scribble
everything
that’s not about you
the fake urge to pretend
is somehow, foreign to me.
almost 2 am
your vision
sitting in front of me
is like an excerpt from a dream
you just love to talk
and I, ruin your thought
passing hours and hours
but never enough
bold ideas, always a revelation
you have a clear path
while I travel on zigzagged rusty life
lucky is the feeling to be near you
cannot be denied
loving is easy
with a strength unknown to me
i am changing
Copyright 2009 Micgui
