the pain that is longing for you
knowing you are out of reach
i am out of sync one beat too slow to ever catch up to you
the salt in the wound of knowing you is loving you too **** much
because who could not once they have a view into the concrete barriers you put up that are really just a mere half inch thick and inside is a glass gallery that carries the essence that is you.
but a thing this pretty is too far out of reach
for me
and though i feel the air leave my lungs i’d rather lag a step behind then go down another path and wonder which street you end up on.