Fuel Me

Thank you for fueling me
your eyes your smile could almost set me free
I saw as you were walking past
that glance towards me inside I smiled back
But on the outside I was afraid
What could I do what should I say
Your hair was perfectly flowing
hands looked so soft
I imagined holding both
I imagined we had talked
Then suddenly I noticed I was writing once again
My hands furiously releasing that which had built up within
This is beauty yet it's deadly I admitted to myself
To use your own curse as a tool it may be fatal or could help
I must try to correct this but in the meantime I'll just write
Every fantasy you create in me
Thank you for helping me take flight