he is a new version of today's
modern-type-of-love.
fuckboys and heartbreakers,
damage-doers and those who feed
on our oblivious nature,
can we help it that we are naive?
can we help it that we only want
love?
i have heard his voice, the way his
voice rolls like thunder and cracks
like lightening
over an ocean,
perhaps i seem quite small compared
to his presence,
but at least i appear at all
nowadays.
i think it is safe to say that this will
end quite badly,
in a heart-breaking-tragedy
but it will begin nonetheless
maybe it won't last but i
am not even
sure i would want it to.
