Sometimes I just feel like writing,
It somewhat calms my spirit and provokes my soul,
Or something of the sort.
Sometimes, i just feel like kissing a stranger,
But just in time, I’m reminded that a meaningless kiss,
Is nothing more than that...
Sometimes I fancy you, and them,
You because I miss being loved,
And them because ... they have what I can’t have.
And most times, I just refuse to do it all,
But then I’m reminded that I’m a romantic,
And that my heart was built to feel that way