A strange tranquillizing restlessness,
in the way you make me feel need you
with fear
in denial of
this slightly chilling amusement
of meeting you in this rising heat.
And I’m not sure if I’m disturbed
or just entertained by this ridiculous thought
how it would be nice
to rest my head upon your shoulder,
but burden of my soul
is not yours to carry.
I wonder if I’m flirting
oh, I guess I’m trying
but you care not
it seems.
I’m getting way to old
to play Lolita for you
but by your side I feel so young
learning to walk unafraid
hoping you can feel how I smell of wild flowers
‘cause I carry it in my soul
When I said “I’m mean”
you replied “No, you’re not, not really”.
I guess you see me.
You see me.
In my pathetic little world that counts for something.
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Submission Name: Ridiculous thought
