My soul is feeling the sadness...
yourimage leaks into the cracks of my brain,
of what could be
the love I imagine us having for each other
could be deep, strong
glued together by our non-exsistant passion
we would be tying ourselves together
Oh! how I would like to be tangled up with you
the sadness is the matter ofmy mass
filling me up
the fact that,
my present predicts,
you wont be in my future.