as i walk in the forest

i just want someone who'll say," i'll walk you out", when i tell everyone that i'm leaving the place. i wanna tell someone,"i'll walk you out", and not have her think i'm a freak or if there's something weird going on with me. i want someone to tell me, " i don't care about your slanted shoulders, i want to rest my head on them." i want someone to tell me, "i don't care about your rough hands, my smoothness will couple them."
in other less depressing news, i just read the poem, "the nightingale" by coleridge. i am now officially the biggest fan of coleridge. i love him, in a non gay sense, and yea anyway he has long departed this world. it's simply out of this world. it's like the last time i blogged about him was when i read "the rime of the ancient mariner" finish and was so in awe, just like i am now after the "nightingale". he's brilliant.
i think modern poetry sucks. i really love romantic poems and victorian plays and novels. shakespeare's in da hood too i reckon, but i guess he's kinda old school. peace out.
zounds!