can I buy the traits I'm missing?

Whisps of people,
In my life,
They are real,
but pass me by.

One second there,
the next they are not,
Sometimes I ask,
what curse have I got.

There is a person,
That will not be smoke,
Someone that shows me,
That I'm not a joke.

They will not vanish,
and tell me goodbye,
And I will go on,
A penantant guy.




Seems that reminders,
are thrown to the wind,
reminders that someday,
I'll be happy again.

So as I continue,
to go through the haze,
The whisps of these people,
Are creating my days.

aw cmon, you know you want that young stuff

Sure :)

certainly

I'm on the outside,
Trying to get in,
You're on the inside,
Beconing again,

The walls are solid,
The climb too steep,
I keep on trying,
As I want to weep.

The is no drawbridge,
That you can let down,
So I stand here clawing,
Always hitting the ground.

There is no ladder,
To ease my climb,
There will be sorrow,
And it will be mine,

I ask you for help,
To get me inside,
But you tell me sorry,
By your heart you abide.

So I'll stand here waiting,
Ouside with my hope,
And pray that someday,
You'll drop me a rope.

ummmm want my number?