maybe i'll touch your hand one day
feel the heat of your fingertips
between mine
maybe my breath will tickle your nerves
with a cinnamon scent just a blurry memory
of some far-away lands
a try-out a laughing stock's try
i know i sound silly extravagant un-ordinary
perhaps mad at times i'm being irresponsible
every second beside you i can't help
a glance at your face every now and then but
babe i don't understand
i sway my hips freely out of your hair
flowers cascading from beneath them sweet
scent of your dreams hanging
heavily against my chest
i know it's a fantasy sheer wishful thinking
a mad dance across the universe of
your eyes hair and waist i know
i see your shy smiles and gestures
meaningless in my quest to your heart
i'm just a new friend, am i not?
try as i may, it doesn't change a thing
a flower a lift of my lips just a mask
'cause inside i'm breaking piece by piece
nothing's ever enough i fell but you're
still going on exploring the world
three books read, all of them with friends
not lovers at hand