My body shakes
As my Lips lay chapped from the
Burly Cold winds
Drifting past me
This euphoric feeling overtakes me
A slight tickling across the napes of my neck
The lips that have lay so bare
Now await their first touch
Upon the lips of the one
I desire


I wait on this hill
Day and Night
For you, my love to arrive
The anarchist within my mind
Runs around setting off the worst potential
Ways in which all this could go wrong
Maybe you do not love me-
That time you even said you loved me
Well… it was all wrong
You never even talked to me
But once you did, you knew
Just of how a complete moron I really am

No-
I wait upon this hill
The early morning sun will blind my vision as
The shadow of your form approaches
Let my heart soar
As you take me into your arms
And lock lips with me
Make me a believer
That dreams do come true

I feel those warm lips
My cheeks burn
Tears trickle down my scrawny pale ghost face
Out of surprise that someone did love me
“Hear that anarchist
Go back into the shadows,
Good things do happen to someone
Who only expects the worst!”