Doors slipping
Wishing I could be the person that you love the most,
But I will never be what you planned on having.
For every time you look at me, I fall captivate in your spell.
Refusing to move away from this place, I fall into your trap.
Dancing in your ring and floating on top of the water I refuse to fall into.
Hanging on and not wanting to loose the hold you have over me.
I can’t stop talking to you and you can’t ignore me.
It’s how we are and we both know there is something between us.
Never saying more than a hint and a tease.
I hold the door open for you and it begins to slip away from me the longer you wait to say anything.
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Posted on Saturday December 31st
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