I don't know about you
but I always find it satisfying
to always expect less
and hope for more...

We sat to talk me and my heart,  
We had a chat, about you it was,  
How your absence was so hard,  
Why did you leave? What was the cause?

We sat talking about loving you,  
That as soon as you left I did turn blue,  
My heart was helpless it had no clue ,

Suddenly the brain stepped in and said,  
Talking in a mocking way saying I told you so...
Once again brain was right,
But me and heart we lost light,  
It's hard to admit that brain was right again,


Do comeback please...
Come prove brain wrong....
Me and my heart patiently wait....

Thank you little flower,
You're drifting in the hot afternoon
Don't you worry about noon
Because he's leaving,
Dusk almost here to cool
To bring smiles to you.
Don't you worry flower
You're always welcome under my wings
Or just hide under my Shadow.

" I got you some flowers."

" That's so sweet but why flowers?"

" What? You don't like flowers?"

" Flowers die. Isn't that a horrible metaphor for love? something that dies?"

"Well. **** the flowers. Lets just hold hands."

Concept: my body is made of gasoline. You're my spark my spark my spark. I am aflame and it feels so good to burn.