I steal glances of you.
You're so evasive; it kills me.
Every so often I think I can close my hands around you,
But you vanish into thin air.
What makes you so difficult to grasp?
Why can't I simply envelope you into my being?
I desire you so.
Please, just be still for a moment.
Stop your spinning; be concrete for me.
I didn't work for you so that you could be ambiguous.
Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 9:01 PM UTC
I steal glances of you.
You're so evasive; it kills me.
Every so often I think I can close my hands around you,
But you vanish into thin air.
What makes you so difficult to grasp?
Why can't I simply envelope you into my being?
I desire you so.
Please, just be still for a moment.
Stop your spinning; be concrete for me.
I didn't work for you so that you could be ambiguous.
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