Funny how we seem so far away yet so close. Yearning to touch your face, the one that so perfect but yet so misplaced. Loving your smile and the words you say. Stuck on the voice that's puts me in a way. Getting this feeling when you come near is so unusual but yet so new to know. Wanting to know you but just to own you. But its funny how I seem to be stuck in place. Amio is my face.
