If you are under age 18, ask your parents if this poetry is genius.
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.
Ist this Waste of Time?
Maybe, maybe not?
No, its just stupid.
Dont wait for the rhyme,
i am lost in that word i cant even define!
This is an accident, it just happend, things happen,
things move, things are, they arent not, gahdamnit
this girl is so hot! It's survival!
Time defined is: dying! The opposite is: No.
Unbelievable, isnt it? I hope you follow,
now you know the answer!
I am meant to love, so that
i can solve A to B-like-Binary to Z.
Cant you just love me back?
What's to lose, tomorrow we are dead.
I am trying. I am trying.
Trying, then scream.
Cool down, or your mainproject
is gonna turn a flop.
I am gonna count till 3, okay Mathilda?
Then it's gonna be
you and me,
like friendship and shit - Start:
it's gotta be you,
it's gotta be true!
And then we will get the nobelprize in friends,
trust me, this is my Prophecy.