Intriguing, mysterious, absorbed, all those things.
Do you hear me when I'm sobbing to where the large raindrops fall from my stormy eyes. or do you know my soul a broken ship old and frail. the rowdy sea rocking the old boat around. thrashing and turning.
But why do I want you to notice.
Do I love you?
I don't think so
Because I don't know you.
Because you live so far and it's like my little ship can't reach you island.
I wish it could.
But maybe it's a little school girl crush.
..Maybe..
But there could be a future with you my small boat fixed and our home on the small island with the clear open seas ahead where we sail of into the sun.
Maybe that's what you want.
But after all you don't know me.
