If only if only
I find myself wishing I could repeat it
I’m not the one wanting to hurt you
I’m not the one wanting
But useless
How can I see through fair eyes only this world that isn’t what I meant it to be?
You, and You
You make me, in wanting to reach you, cut out little shapes in the paper and throw the dust upon you
Happier skies over there over there
So near yet far beyond ever coming within my grasp
I imagine our first meeting
As you revealing it’s not our first meeting
Implied reading
The way there’s no time
And you had no time for me
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