• Satellite.
    My world revolves around you.
    I am drawn forth.
    Do I wax and wane circular?
    Others whisper of spirals.

    The tides of emotion are not mine to control.
    They rise and fall with your every word.
    I look full,
    When I m new... blue...

    I feel like I'm stuck on a track.
    I get never closer to you,
    And I feel like I grow farther.
    Let us meet at perigee,
    Or let me meet my end...