The pain of loving is too much to bear. For you.
Let us be slick.
I am that man. but not tomorrow. For you have taught me to move on. Now I own you.
No need to ask. I am smooth operator. Love for sale here!
I can rip out your heart and give it to another. Look here at my feet, I shadow box with minimal waste.
Been there to Key Lago and Spain and Montserrat. I move with grace with minimal haste.
No there is no lost time here. I will drop you dead over there. This ain't no place for sensitive types.
We will go coast to coast and break your heart for giggles. Because we operate smooth.
My heart is gold. And cold.
LA to Chicago I move mean and lean. Bye bye baby.
(this note is dedicated to Ms. Sade, I just go with flow)
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Met this gal somewhere in the Mediterranean sometime in the 90's. It was the confidence in her body that attracted me to her and not her voice.
I have a different approach to life than most.
Somewhere back in time I lost all connections to things. I have gradually gotten it back piece by piece. But it is still strange as I cannot feel a real need for any thing. I have attachments like to old T-shirts or a pair of sandals. I have strong bonds with people and I have a car and home/house. But I do not feel any connection to them. Except humans.
Food can be what ever you are eating and music can be whatever you are playing. By natural design I am an empath and so you may find me walking into a store and right back out again because the "vibe" is wrong. Same with a church or business meeting. I can then concentrate and go back and do my business but that takes much energy.However with just a moment's thought I know you. But things are almost not existent for me.
Living things like trees and fish and up the scale are touching to me. When I trim my roses I feel the bush. It is just a pain in the butt.
But that is life.