To write for her, it's just not enough.
My love for her, it's just not enough.
She's like an angel filled with water from the oceans and seas, and me well im just the dust.
I can try to capture her while surrounding her with my dusty ways, but water always find a way to slip away.
Sometimes I get lost in her slippery tracks, for I can not stay stable because it is of the balance that I lack.
My consciousness is lost by just being in her presence, for she is just that beautiful, so wonderful, she's like a blessing.
I wonder if she sees me the way that I see her sometimes, but then I just think, I am only dust and her thoughts for me and her love could never be so sublime.
I try to reach to her for a single kiss, but she only slips away.....day by day, I continue to chase her, looking for her through the skies, through the water, on land, but being just dust as I am, for her it doesn't matter, I am not yet good enough to be her man.
But who would even want to mix water with dust anyways? After a few days, the water would just turn dirty from my dusty ways.
I am trying to be the best I can for her while continuing to, try to just be myself.
But if I can't even live through my current health, then how would I be able to give her a true angels wealth?
I can give her diamonds, I can give her clothes, I can give her all the materials in the world....but if she truly wants something special, than I am willing to give her all of me, which Is greater than them all.
I wonder if she really wants me like I want her, maybe it's time for me to turn to sand, so I can be a beach with her....
