SHE
she has this light –
it’s what draws me in.
i’m like a moth to a flame,
any closer…
i will burn.
but it will feel so good.
if only she would let me get close…
can’t she see?
i have so much to offer!
why doesn’t she see?
her smile blazes like a sunrise.
her eyes twinkle like stars.
her laugh is infectious.
i want to get sick.
she is intent,
makes me feel like a…
specimen under a ‘scope.
i have never met a girl like her.
probably, we only meet one in our lifetime.
i should be so lucky,
that she chooses me.
(oh, how i hope she chooses me!)
her light has guided me to shore.
it has banished away all the shadows.
it has burned out all the cobwebs.
her light.
i need her light.
but the tighter i hold onto her,
the faster she slips through my fingers.
holding onto her is like trying to…
hold my hand to a burner:
intense.
which means, i can only hold on for so long,
before i have to step back and clutch at ice.
am i destined to hold ice forever…?
HE
being with him –
it’s like standing on the opposite side of a gorge.
there is this distance.
in order to reach him,
i have to cross.
i grow wings,
fly to him.
he shoots me down,
and forces me back.
(what is he hiding?)
i cry tears,
form a river
to swim across.
he sinks me with stones.
(why is he so scared?)
i toss a rope,
to swing across.
he cuts it.
(does he realize how tired i am?)
i cup my hands,
shout across to him.
WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?
nothing, he says.
just you.
…but isn’t that everything?
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