Different

 

I have seen an Angel!

I know, i know...

This time its different, literally.

But i am not in love, because i am a ghost,

i'll leave it with a toast: crisp and clean,

golden and sauce: maybe sweet, maybe hot,

but not too, just enough so it Burns,

like the guy from the Simpsons - Unreachable!

He desires him, he does,

even though they created this tale way in the past.

Now we are here, i am near, you are the last.

I wish you would drown from the sponge on your chest,

yes, i would clean you, your imperfect skin.

You would sink and i would dive in!

"Savior" i wont be called by you,

i am just playing with words, cuz i dont know what to do.

How can i solve this?

how can i be with you?

how can i fucking be with you, please can someone tell me?

I guess never.

But your smile will always be with me,

try to keep it, until you are 103.