ego-building poem #551723

Oh the privaledge
of the attention
of a creature
from heights so high



I should know better
than to put you on a pedastal
I can't reach
I should know better
than to ask questions
life just isn't ready to teach



But I can't help it
And I can't wait
I don't want to



I can't help but wonder
what it'll be like when I'm finally there
what it'll be like when your
hands are tangled in my hair



and orange light fills the room
as we fall asleep in each other's reach
and love grows in this room
where it feels quite possible
that I can learn all this life has to teach

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