you're so out of my reach.
even when you're near me, it's as if I've no time to speak
of the things I wish to say
about you that make me feel some way. you're
out of my reach; like a dragonfly
that taunts and flitters with mystique
so quickly that I've no time
to catch my breath, and so, I heave.
you're out of my reach. your presence is far,
too steep
on a hill that'll take me a time's leap
to reach
to you. one day I'll catch you, and maybe
you'll leave.
because dragonflies are far too pretty to keep.