This is for the half living, such as I.
Always hoping one day to see the
With visions of a love manifest, some
Thing, anything that could help me and
all the rest.
Close it comes, I taste love on the tip of
my lips. Only to soon out from under my
feet, I slip.
falling just out of my reach as I try to grasp
it's alluring nectar. Having nothing to hold
it's gone forever.
That is until love calls again and another
new dance begins. though my brokenness
will not forsake what it feels I
love for me can never be around for long and
will always end. Maybe this time couldn't we
just play pretend?