Its so subtle, the thought of you.
The thought of infatuation of you and maybe the retune of such manic expression towards me..
one lonely dreamer can only wish upon a star that doesn't care for my presumed inconsequential existence. Until those waves of surprise...that wait for an opportunity to rock my center of balance to a new or old alignment that I've forgotten.
I desire a "rocker," amongst me. A no holds bar, shakes me to extrasensory over load of emotions that are undecipherable. To the point of "whoa" And sadly my mind wonders of your purulent clauses of beauty.
My unknown and volatile beauty, can I know you?