Stop, stop,
I cannot read your words
of dreams and love
Though they are
unintentional
in thier cruelty they
show me what I don't have
can't have, may never find.
And I admit the desire,
the hope of wanting
the chance to see
if I could be that for you.
In limbo 'tween spark
and none, I had hoped...
we would for I was
atleast quite taken.
