I am who you long to see
Yet who you will never cease to be
I am what you envy most
But I am more dead than a ghost
I am little, small and weak
Yet I do more, much more than speak
In my eyes I hold the key
But to get it, you must first unsee
For days of cold when lights grow dim
I am yours- I am him.
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 10:50 AM UTC
I am who you long to see
Yet who you will never cease to be
I am what you envy most
But I am more dead than a ghost
I am little, small and weak
Yet I do more, much more than speak
In my eyes I hold the key
But to get it, you must first unsee
For days of cold when lights grow dim
I am yours- I am him.
