And that lonely sadness sets in again.
Maybe one wallk is not enough.
I think that walk only scratched the surface of what is going on in my mind.
I want the attention and I want to be loved uncondisionally.
I have an itch that only you can scratch.
You have a nice face, and I like your space.
But I think walking the other way will be better for me.
I want you, I want to feel you, I like your fabric I lust over you.
Truth is I don’t know what love a good friend or a connection looks like.
But basic and boring I can tell you it is not.