Another missed opportunity
Another stolen chance
A page ripped out of the finale
The music lifted from a dance
Not wanting the world to know
I watch you through a veil of apathy
Lost in the space between the pauses
Questioning your feelings for me
Measuring the changes I see in myself
Against others I've loved in times past
Trying to label a bottle peeled
Assuming a title will make it last
For just a bit longer
Just to drag out the ache
My chest fills with more affection
With every disappointed sigh I take
Control slips through the cracks
Until every dropp is lost
Something I always thought I needed
I exchange for you, unaware of the cost
But this sickness is a pleasure
When the contagion is you
Breathing in your vapors
Wondering how many sick days I can accrue
For you...I would send myself into a frenzy
Riding a carousel of anxious anticipation
I jump...with no parachute to hold me
Just for a brief glance
You are my most fantastic fixation
Guess it would be silly to copy and paste ur whole poem but it's very good. Fixation is Fantastic, LOL.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The music lifted from a dance. You paint such intriguing words. It burns me...