my eye

and so you tell me,
i'm some kind of utopic fantasy?
i'm just a girl wanting to see those pearls across your floor...
i'm nothing more...
And so I said,
I love her…
All my desire lay on that floor, where pearls suppose to be…
You are just a fantasy…
You are nothing more.
And so we thought,
So sad those kiss…
What we suppose to do when we cross the line?
And the pearls? Are they real?
Or just an insignificant fragment of your utopia?
why you make them wait a life time?
i want to be with you
and you want me to....