Such a sweet lack of simplicity in what i feel for this desire.
A voice, a push, a lust bellowing from the bowls of my experience,
while wisdom binds my hands from behind.
such a sweet torture we all endure from the glances we give each other.
Yet the leap, the faith, the touch is too much for any to bear,
when two souls collide.
So we look down, look away, look again
and a frustration of emotions rises and falls like a cruel yo-yo.
Then we accept what we cannot want, cannot think,
cannot do in this kind of lifetime.
So we gather up and offer our illusions and keep passing unseen through little moments of other people's lives.