anonymous
2014-10-17 21:18:36 UTC
Just like the stars at the very depths of the vast sky,
There to look at but wouldn’t dare to dream of reaching out to them,
Futile, it seems, but to be mesmerize by your presence
Cleanses and rejuvenates a rusting wonder
That seems to get lost when it’s just a little too windy outside,
The density clings to me,
Far I stay,
Don’t come near me,
Or your shine will dull,
Certain things are better left far apart,
For to end in collision would be far worse than oblivion