Without routine still weak

I not feel right

I promise my life

without dreams

Inside my door

I know that I say to you

I find passion

what can I say write books

If you live outside my door

you need a reason to see me again
Come and visit me

 I Open the door every morning

I want see your smiling to me

I don't have patience

I'm just someone that likes you

but not like just a friend
What can I say more to you