Rose Kemp
Vacancies
I catch your wandering vacancy
Appreciating of its pace
Its brilliance, infrequently
Do I break the back uncertainty
Watching your tentative majesty
I match your child-like blatancy
An utter disregard for the overview
Makes the detail shine and seem new
You think you're nothing but
I thought you were everything
But there was nothing more unlikely to sink in
Maybe neither of us were right
Maybe we were meant
Only meant to be friends
From Paroles Mania