I see so many girls.
I fantasize about them.
Only the beautiful ones, of course.
I want to talk to them and maybe more.
I wish I had the key to their hearts, so I could unlock
the chains that seperate them from me.
Dreams of passion are like purple knives digging into me.
I just want to explode.
These temptations hurt me
If only I could, I wouldn't need to write this right here.
It seems insane but it's what I feel and it's true!
Nathan Strange
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dreams-of-passion/
