I can almost feel her
touch
Delicate and soft, but
meaningful
It screams to my idle
soul that she exists
She is waiting somewhere
to be found
I am longing for the path
to find her.
I promise the world that
I will go anywhere
But will I do that much?
Will I be strong enough
to take that leap?
I have a thousand words that
I can say
Without doing anything or
saying anything
Just sitting in my chair
looking at my words
Which almost jump out of
my paper
They are saying: “Be
free!”
They say: “Go find the
girl you were made for!”
But I’m still seated
here, stuck by some hope
That longing for someone
hard enough
Will bring them to you
