What is there to write of?
There's no love anymore
Not that that matters
I'm better
I've picked myself up and somehow
Just somehow
I am surviving every week
There's realy no sort of love
That one might be interested to hear of
Right now
Just platonics
Platonics.... passion for people
Sometimes I get the urge to make out with someone
Yes that happens
that happens more than I'm comforotable with
I felt the call the other day
Calling me, you know
It's obvious isn't it
And that this is just throwup on paper
But it was the call....
Something that tells me what to do
Not entirely what to do
Just suggestions
None of these suggestions have ever gotten me somewhere bad
Just hurt
That's not bad
But I felt it
And that means things to me
It means I know where I'm going
and there are few things more comforting than that
