I see her every day
as the first time I got to see her,
hence my incapacity to fall for her;
our relationship lacks depth.
Or maybe they are just always there….
Wants to go home,
Wants to be found.
Wants to stop feeling lonely,
Wants to love and be loved.
Wants to run, hide, jump and laugh,
Wants to be stupid with somebody,
Wants to be awed by somebody.
Wants to fly away…
Wants to be free…
he liked to kiss her forehead,
that her thoughts were beautiful.
You write from the heart…