Is it your body?
Larger and warmer than mine.
Is it your talents?
That you shred on both bass and guitar.
Is it you eyes?
That seem to stare into my soul.
Or is it the fact, that you're so nice and sweet,
And yet funny and teasing.
Or the fact, that you always
See this deeper meaning,
Even to the simplest things.
And the fact that you make me look upon everything.
And see something so different from what others see.
Or the fact that you're like Kurt Cobain,
A tortured soul, not meant for this world.
Is it the fact,
That I am somehow drawn to you,
Like a magnet.
I love you,
And I wish you loved me back.