When I think of her I picture her in my bed.
No, not having *** with me, or with her hands under my clothes.
Not even naked.
I see her just lying next to me, looking into my eyes, and whispering
"I love you".
I don't fail to hold her close to me, kiss her forehead, look her in the eyes and say
"I love you too".

Then I see us on the couch.
She rests her head on my lap as we watch a movie.
I start losing interest, and, out of nowhere, I just kiss her.
I say "Be mine forever".
"I already am", she replies.

Finally I see her as an angel, flying above me and lending her hand.
I grab it, and she takes me away to her world.
A world full of beauty, warmth and magic.
She says "Welcome to our world",
and I wake up.
It was a dream, but I turn my head, and there she is. My angel,
still asleep, so innocent, so pure, so beautiful.
I smoothly kiss her on the cheek, and say with a smile on my face
"This is our world".

Some can call me corny.
Some might say I'm gay,
but I can't help but be
a hopeless romantic.

That lingering scent of death in the air
The smell of decay
Where is the carcass?
Is it an animal?
A human?
No it is just me
For I myself is just as corrupted as a foul smelling comatose creature
Forgive me for being simply
Me

Wear your heart beneath your sleeve
don't buy into the hype
people become a lot less interested
once they've seen your heart,
instead,
let them see your sleeve ripple
with each passing beat
so that the people might say
"what was that,
beneath your sleeve"
and you just smile back
"I have no idea what you're talking about"