In spring rain
a pretty girl
    yawning.

******* in the snow
outside my door--
it makes a very straight hole.

how do I always end up here? back at the same place
my life seems to keep coming full circle
I suppose I only have myself to blame

It’s the soul that you bring to the table :

Don’t undress me
With your eyes.
I wish I could show you-
Raised, jagged, ugly marks
But I can’t.

So we dance
With clothes on,
Until you get bored.

Support from the soil,
Desire to reach the sun first,
What makes a tree grow?

I‘ve looked at you for a long time;
Your wish to be extraordinary
Is that yours or mine?

Is it narcissistic tugging at my soul;
the world
Or do you make it whole?

I‘ve looked at you for a long time
Searched for your flaws
But I found mine

Love;
Why have you left some souls behind?
And is that your fault
Or is that mine?

Text me
Text me
Text me
Text me
Text me
Text me
Text me
Text me

And then you never will
Because I'm holding on
While you seem
To have already to go