Im doomed to imagine,
How beautiful it would be
If your hands held mine,
As though you loved me.
If only I could hold you,
I could finally breathe.
Maybe I will have the courage,
To tell you how I feel.
But I'm trapped in my fear,
lacking what you want to see.
Tormented by sincere desire,
I'll pray for strength to keep
This kindling from your spark.
Wandering in the dark,
I hope some words will find me
To comfort others with my art.