Where does 'I' belong?

There is nothing that could feel me up.
It is like as if I am being trapped.
You’re safe when I am left behind.
I am waiting when I shouldn’t have.

Summer 2007

I am covering my balls
To hide what love the most.
Afraid to be misused,
The usual - confused.
Don’t seal it with the kiss,
It’s not your game, but his.
It makes me want to cut my hair
I ‘m tired trying to be fair!

Helpless dreamer

He’s saying: "..Look nice".
No throwing the dice,
Come back to the womb;
Before, see the fool,
Additional waste
Time -like a race,
Acquiring the sense
Not stare, just a glance.

The Smiths: How soon is now ?

Insane

It must be so good
To feel understood.
It saves you some time
To say that you’re fine.
With: “Easily said…”
You try to play dead.
No matter how strong,
You are all alone.
She is letting it free,
It’s eager to be,
But who would have known
It all just a con!

I always speak less
To leave some to chance
It helps to be free
In order “to be”,
But all this might change
If I am not at rest
If I am in love,
But that …I don’t know…

You: " Oh Lord, you bored?"
God: "You ask a lot!
Accept the truth.
Retain the youth.
Don’t judge- behold.
Your heart-unfold"