When you're not my life, and still I love you. -caption- I hid you in books I slipped my fingers into as my horizon tripped over falseness, Just to climb inchmeal to reach the pinnacle straight, singing staccato of truth traced out. I fold you into shapes and sizes I can hold safely without crumbling yet tight, I make sure I don't leave behind parts of you to be caressed, for embraces too come with a cost, You'll not be able to afford, I tell you I don't want you to feel that you're poor. I drag you all way through personified ages, so that I can give you time and space Which people fail to possess;
