Everyone has standards
Turns ons and offs
But the lines to seeing yours are blurred
Like the reflection in the mirror
Seeing nobody I can recognize
I speak yet these are not my words
I cry but these are these are not my tears
I die but this is not my body
I always felt empty until you made me whole
Minor things you do make my day
Even when my mind is grey
Fed my soul
Like sweet fruit
Soup
Hungry for more affection
Other than platonically
