Haven't you yet been happy with me?
To lean so much on what you see
You hear and touch and taste
What sight seen or heard cannot erase
Too much to close your eyes
and see what cannot be perceived through lies
Or touch so differently as though through glass
And find a feeling that never lasts
Can't there just be air between us?
the distance can only suffer 'lust'
Too much of one thing is never enough
Too much of something isn't good on us
Blinded. Yes blinded by the things we wish to see
Reminded of something we shouldn't be
Flaws that are too easily set in stone
That leaves us feeling like an empty home
What woe is in here now
a cloud that takes and wow
such qualities it gains
as it streams down with the rain
Haven't you yet been satisfied in me?
things I've done much more than you can see
Yet longing for so much...
you cannot believe what you can't see or touch.
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