I float upon the feelings,
like adrenaline,
I get from simply walking
past you.
You're an unreachable decoration,
displayed in many
of my late night daydreams.
You are up
on the highest shelf;
far from me.
I find myself dwelling,
again,
and again.
You're a decorative mystery,
I'd like to uncover.
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 11:38 PM UTC
I float upon the feelings,
like adrenaline,
I get from simply walking
past you.
You're an unreachable decoration,
displayed in many
of my late night daydreams.
You are up
on the highest shelf;
far from me.
I find myself dwelling,
again,
and again.
You're a decorative mystery,
I'd like to uncover.
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