
Arriving at a place
where perfection is
your hand in mine,
is not a simple task
for me...
I can' t speak
for you.
Just when I think I'm there
and your hand's outstretched for mine.
I risk it all to grasp it
just for you to pull away.
Don't ask me back.
Don't beg me stay.
Don't meet me there
then turn away.
Don't turn around
and say you've changed
your mind...
then pull your hand away.
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