oh dear, you are such a dork. you're smile is so contagious. i'll eat up every word you say, keep talking. i like watching your mouth move...i like watching your glasses on top your nose sit. waiting. patience. maybe they'll get recognized...maybe they'll be set down

on the counter. moved a bit. left alone.

i feel a bond with you, your shenanigans are familiar. you're time has passed and you are no longer in your prime. i can feel you thinking about me. i wonder what it is. i make a perverted joke here and there because i know you are perverted...and that's how i want you thinking.

why are they always "taken?" the good ones are always "gone." but, one day i will find you...you...you, you, you...You will be like Him...

but, You will be like all them them...a mixture of all i've ever wanted.

i can't even think straight when i'm thinking about you, my dear. oh dear...i've finally found some one...some one i know i like. not just like, but like... you are the type of person that fits with some one like me. you and i...we belong together.

but, it will never happen. hopefully one day you will see this. hopefully one day you'll understand where i come from. hopefully that day will come too late.

i need to move on.

<-gordon & maroon->