I know you. Do you know me?

Day 2,641, 02:19 • Published in Slovenia Slovenia • by manicni poet

Touch me.
Kiss me.
I know you.
So why do you leave me?

Why do all the things I say sound stupid?
I closed my eyes but now they’re opened.
I’m walking on a thin line, I know.
I’m trying to see inside of your soul.
I’ve got this thing you know.
I’m not like this all the time.
But I need your potential.
I know you, remember?
But do you know me?
Sounds stupid?
I know.
Kiss me.
Touch me.