And the clickety clack of the keyboard...
Sitting close to the screen so you never miss a thing.
Like a mad man and an interesting wall.
Dreaming of animation and
that will never come
for a wall is a wall is a wall.
On the edge of your seat
and half out of your mind
for this fingertip romance.
"You don't understand.
This person's one of a kind.
I'm far too shy to do this in....
You will never understand me
like she does.
Oh, the curves of her....
She always Laughs Out Loud at my jokes...
not like you."
No, not like me.
I can only stand here, it seems.
Flesh - wanting your flesh...
capable of running my fingers through your hair
...and there would be warmth in my *hugs*
Your Peter Pan kiss isn't the thimble
I could place in your hand, or my lips against yours...
It's the :* that you're dying for....
Everything she pretends to be
and without a computer screen
to separate us.
So why do you love her
And not me?