White T's and smoke

She is---something right? or is it just a fairy tail wish?
She feels something right? or is it just the one night stand touches across my breast.
She thinks something right---or has she killed all her brain cells and all she comes up with is 1:00am poems about stupid life. Something people make such a goddamn big deal out of it. She wishes right? every night she lays there wondering if she is just noum to the world. If she could ever relate to one human in this world.Or if someone could ever relate to her? Is there anybody? Or do we just go through life never having anybody? Or is it just the meaningless people in life that don't ever find love...or something like it. Can we ever say we found love? Who knows what Love really is? I guess we should all just say it was something like love. Or maybe there are some lucky people out there that find it. People just say I'm to young to find or need love. But I keep or dreaming about it. I keep on wishing about it. I keep on writing about it. I keep on living without it.