i sip tea as the sun retreats to it slumber,
and shine on the world in places another.
thinking to myself, I find me,
saddened by a possibility - a probability.
the thought that you,
would be away from me miles and miles.
where my fingertips couldn't reach you,
and your warmth doesn't reach me too.
how will I ever find something worthy to live for?
when you are everything that i adore.
breathe with me, mademoiselle
there's not a thing with your beauty i can compare.
your comeliness,
is beauty mixed with grace.
wish on a wishing star,
we stick together and make it far.
however, who am i fooling?
...I always knew we can never be.
