Too close,
Yet far
My feelings drowned at the bar
Echoing sounds of a withering rose
As I am consumed by your touch
Enough is never much
I gaze at the mirror, I see your reflection
The way you make my heart beat is beyond comprehension
But I know we can never be
Am right in front of you but you never see
You got me kneeling
Even though I beg I can't get rid of this feeling
Maybe it's destiny
I got them butterflies in me
Flying and forever floating
Can't shut them out, they forever gloating
Whispering to the almost empty bottle
I take another swig and look at your photo
In that moment I realise desperation has won the lotto.

~ Tino