I see you walk so gracefully
To find you're keeping pace with me.
If you'd just turn your face I'd see
The grace that would soon set me free.
I'm counting down the days until I finally speak to you.
My mouth has opened wide enough, but words always withdrew.
My hopes all go to nothing but to introduce myself,
But your body kills me slowly and I learn I need some help.
Fantasy. Romanticy. This journey's to set sail.
My ship is just a misery; It's flowing through this well.
The waters be the words I speak and what I float upon.
And you shall be the air I breathe, if you shall come along.
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