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.

Open book.

Minute stories.

Short tales.

Wondrous bursts of human skill,
bringing changes in lifestyle; —

I’m not there yet… not left or right, up or down but the thing is I’m on the road, I’m climbing the mountain and somehow I feel I’m going in the right direction. The I Don’t Knows of First… if I won you, if I was doing something with my life; what’s next.