I see the large man walking toward me, while I stand near a bush.
I think, I hope he does not attack me.
Being under him would crush me.
I see his face, he is softer than Santa.
I say hello.
I curse myself for thinking him fierce.
I am grounded, may not be able to go tonight.
I am letting life flow.
Letting it go.
Waiting on love.
I like Chasing Amy. Nice and funny...as well as tragic.
Call me mint jelly, cause' I'm on the lamb.
I hate the place where I am.
Where all it takes for me to fall is a pretty face and some choice plus points.
Where I hear yes yes good for you he is from all angles and no no not so great from one.
The one that counts, the one I find it hard not to believe.
I am not looking for a beau!
I am waiting for it to fall into my lap.
Like before, with the heart jump and the loss of words.
After which I am supposed to say hello and smile and blush.
Then we talk, then we hang out.
Then we become best friends in a moment.
We are together.
We are in love.
This is how it was supposed to work.
But I seem to fall into places with more than one in our duo.
I seem to fall into crowded rooms.
I seem to fall into the wrong place where nothing goes as it should.
I smiled because it was someone new.
Without catches and left overs.
I frown because it is so much more.
I cry because I am being forced into skipping all the steps to the silence.
Again. I wait.