Quantity over Quality
I wanted to write a thousand pieces—
proclaiming and projecting my desire for you.
pictures within your head,
similies comparing your beauty to cranes and flowers.
Bending, wrenching and twisting my words to impress you.
I wanted the power to move
you in such awe.
To sweep you off your feet—to take away your breath.
I wanted to inspire you,
over and over again.
But I am racing the seconds and minutes of time.
Every tick and tock of the
clock is a hindering,
because the hour when I can no longer see you again is quickly approaching.
I am counting down the
the days left until you leave my sight.
Though I can not bear to
what will become of me when you are gone.
So I write—
with the belief that quantity over quality matters.
Because if my longing for
you can only move you once,
then every letter etched into this sheet of paper is meaningless.
I will show you,
that I am desperate for you within every line!
I am needing you within each and every stanza!
through end in end.