Inches away: sex.  Inches away: eternity.

Is it that I’m broken or is it that she is, that they are?  I climb up to the top bunk and I cry.  I climb up to the top bunk and I fall all over myself, making poetry instead of making love.  Words, Love and Passion flow.  Words, Love and Passion make sense.  They are about the only things that makes sense.

Unfortunately I’ve somehow acquired an outdated lexicon and everyone here seems to have the newer version.  Why did I order this off that crappy website?  It looked undependable and it didn’t have a proper SSL key.  Someone eavesdropped on my purchase and knows that I can’t talk the talk.

Someone knows, who is he though?