-hopeless Romantic-

I want to be a strong and gentle lover, Who grows insatiably lovesick in sweet parting from the sticky sadness of summer. I want to be a beautiful bluebird, Who flew north faithful because of some splendid story he heard. I want to be silly, a fool, daft, a puzzling predicament, absurd! I want my life and my strife to be displayed and upstirred! I want to be a better lover to the thoughts that slither through my skull. But close tender my seeing eye to see my bitter being withstood. My closed eye cannot pry how I might ever amount to much good. I would love myself if I could, But I'm not entirely sure I should. There's only so much I could ever be, I close my eyes and I can't see, So cast my fickle eyes into the empty sea. I wish I were a lover. -end-