Virgin love in 2012.

I can’t tell her that, no, no, no, because I don’t think the words would be true, if I even knew what the words mean. A Love of Silence… after a night of passion, a night of discovery; what is it that I have to say now? What words.

A virgin in the coffin,
pressing cold against the roses.

The live in metropolitan, slave of metropolitan, and the victim of metropolitan.

It started with a dream of King, maybe I was a king, or perhaps an emperor but the fact is that I’m *sigh* a virgin. Never With Miss… call her miss right now, miss someday but I was thinking the sooner the better, what’s love got to do with it?

When you think love is everything without it you think you have nothing and that’s just it I have nothing. Utopian Love Affair… I don’t think Heaven is some far off place and God doesn’t love me but to be in bed, to be in bed with you, those words?

I want to tear you apart or your clothing at the very least; is it such a crime to want to see you naked, her, or her really? Leaving In Stitches… I know you want to get away from me that quickly; a joke our night together I’m sure being a virgin and all.

Is it love that is a lie or perhaps the lovers who lie, to this day I wouldn’t know but the idea of lying… next to some girl that is. Lying With Love, call it pretending but to lie with someone, a pretty girl; the lie that I love or I’m not alone.

This poem tells the feelings of a man who harbored feelings of joy, of a girl who do not know love. And this man just dreaming and hoping she likes it. Harbored the same feelings.

Why the Ass is so unhappy.