I like that you're broken,broken like me.. maybe that makes me a fool. I like that you're lonely, lonely like me, I could be lonely with you, there's something tragic, but almost pure, think I could love you, but I'm not sure, there's something wholesome, there's something sweet, tucked in your eyes that I'd love to meet... these aren't my people these aren't my friends...

I also love all things Dutch... don't ask why... its silly to question it...