for you, a thousand times over...

and then you go red and black..and i ought to get inspired.
i drool in your awesome-ness...
your dresses..the halucination..
the cartoons..and i like a filthy animal..ogle at you..
gaping, is what you call.

oh yes...
you are the star..
the world whirls around you..

i can only spin words for you..
abstract though....

you will throw them, i know.
and yet i write.
i strive to write..
coz i do that only..
i..
a mere....

wait..
i dont have an identity..
i dont have a name..
i can only write..
to you..
for you..