Every day that is to come,
I know I will be glue
each and everyday more
towards you. And there
I will lay helplessly in here
with any or nothing that makes
a perfect nonsense of sense
because that's how I am me.
And me is a nonsense
if I am with no you here.
And there I will be,
but only if you are with me
then there will be sense
because my love
you are sane
And without you, I?
I become insane,
and both combine become
a perfect nonsense of sense
because that's how our love is.
A sense of nonsense,
or a nonsense of sense?
perhaps more insane?
or rather simple,
