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onsdag 23. juni 2010

Probably nothing

You know
If you kissed me now
I'd probably kiss you right back

... just saying

mandag 21. juni 2010

Strange

Sometimes
I think I got an extra dose of 'strange'
To compensate
For all the people who never use theirs

søndag 11. april 2010

He doesn't see me

He doesn't see me
He just doesn't
I don't know if he doesn't want to
Or if he simply can't

But he doesn't see me

I'm right there
Right in front of him
Alive and breathing
And ready to be all he wants me to be

But he doesn't see me

I see him
I see everything about him
Even the tiny details
Like how he sips his drink
Or scraches his nose
How his voice booms when he's angry
And how his eyes sparkle when he smiles

But he doesn't see me

I notice how his lips move when he talks
How he kicks the ground when he's embaressed
How he he claps
How he sings

But he doesn't see me

I see him even when he's not there
I see possibilities
I wonder
I hope

But he doesn't see me

I see where this could go
Where I'd want it to go
How good it could be
How perfect we are

But none of that helps

Because he doesn't see me

onsdag 24. mars 2010

Broken

Dear God
Or whoever
I would like to be re-programmed
I’m not saying you made a mistake
Just that somewhere down the line I lost an important feature
And unlike a computer
Or a car
I can’t just call customer support and have myself serviced
So I turn to you
You made me
Please fix me

It is your plan for men and women to meet?
Fall in love?
Get married?
Have children?
Because if so;
Why have you made us so different?

Why do women drop hints,
If men don’t know how to pick them up?
Why do women believe men should make the first move,
When they’re just as scared of it as we are?
Why do men want woman who are forward,
And then call them cheap when we are?

Somewhere
Somehow
Something went horribly wrong
Someone got the wrong idea
Someone changed the rules

And we’re the ones suffering for it

Now men are scared to act
Because they think women want to do it
And women are scared to act
Because they think men don’t like it

And so we watch each other from different corners
Afraid to go near
Afraid to speak
Afraid to feel
Or, at least to let others know we do

So, God
I would like to be re-programmed
Not upgraded
Not scanned for bugs
Not filled with new and better software
I want the old software
The kind that worked