I know it’s a cliché. But I have actually thought of you and a million ways t tell you EVERYTHING.
If I could only move forward to the next level.
Send you flowers
With my name on them
If only I could speak
the words
I imagine telling you
& you giving the time
the patience to listen
My fantasies
do involve sex
But before that
I want a girl thingy
you
to listen
to my
suffering
not having you now.