You’re one of those people for whom “normal” is a failure of potential.
We used to lie side by side; I could cover myself in you..
We used to lie, but I am no longer so wide-eyed and full.
Still I would want to be someone who’d answer to me:
Someone who sees like a child, gives like a saint,
feels like an angel — never mind the broken wings,
and speaks like a picture, cries like the rain, shines like a star,
as long as the fire remains.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map