caught my imagination, wishing things different
that the things i now am faced with, would at least be hidden
i want to steel away, but remain right here
missing not one moment of the life i hold dear
i met you on the bus, strangers passing by
though young and innocent, the perfect foretaste of a wife
i may be a lunatic, or i may be farfetched
i only know, the chance i can’t neglect
the perfect bride, isn’t so much based on her perfection
i believe it’s more of her passion, and her ultimate direction
either way, i don’t know, i wish i could fly
take her hand in mine, steel away in the night
a literal steeling away of.
MYSELF©

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