How long will this last,
the game we play?
I pull the thread of it so thin,
spindling it carefully through my fingers-
making the longevity of it web-like.

How long shall we dance in this trance-like state?
Can you feel me next to you?
My fingertips so light on your skin-
We're gliding across the floor,
but I don't think you can see me...

Hazy...
Do you feel that way too?
I've always wondered...
why must you play me like a fool?
You sip your choice of wine, but never take a draught.
I think perhaps you don't realize
the wieght of the words you speak.

I think in your heart, I was never meant to be.