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Out of My League
She appeared to me in the light
Like a nomad seeking no discourse
Just gave a solemn stare
As if into thin air
In my direction, piercing through me
As if I was nothing but fog to be dispersed
Awestricken
I balk like a chicken
At the notion that such beauty exists
That I can not interact with
Not to touch or to feel
Just to watch highlight reels
Of her day to day grace
Such is my cowardace
If I were an ocean bottom dweller
Dwindling in what few precious rays could reach
She'd be at the surface, soaking in the sun
I fear only in her death may we finally meet
Like a nomad seeking no discourse
Just gave a solemn stare
As if into thin air
In my direction, piercing through me
As if I was nothing but fog to be dispersed
Awestricken
I balk like a chicken
At the notion that such beauty exists
That I can not interact with
Not to touch or to feel
Just to watch highlight reels
Of her day to day grace
Such is my cowardace
If I were an ocean bottom dweller
Dwindling in what few precious rays could reach
She'd be at the surface, soaking in the sun
I fear only in her death may we finally meet
Published 2nd Jul 2018
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