Who spoke first?
Never the pursued
pushed and prokvoked
always a pursuer.
Never choke on the time that seemed to pass by
and I frantically out of nowhere needed you.
Never heard your voice in that matter of time
Never took the action
Action we dreamed of.
SO I did something frantic and phoned you accross the seven seas
Swallowed my insecurity
Swallowed my anxiety.
Swallowed it.
And it worked
and we spoke for the first time in years
for the only first time
And you could hear the californian voice
where i could hear your english stumble so gracefully and perfected, like you almost did it on purpose
I listened to the graceful, frantic english
Am i a stalker or I
am a hopeless romantic
was it never expected
it was so frantic
And After 17 minutes accross the world
I had to purge myself of the swallowed
until I am shaken and hollowed
Had to vomit up the facets that glittered in the fog
Never tasted the fruit
had to purge myself of a lost soul
wandering to flee
Her tainted fragile destiny
And I heard your voice for the first time in years
for the only first time
I ever have
And you know I am not a stalker
And you know I am hopeless
Hopeless enough to have to find you
out there accross the glimmering fractals of my obscurity
Out there, bound for you to find me
And i was never pursued
I am a pursuer.
I could feel the distance getting close
As you unravelled and so on and so forth
This distance is so close
Copyright 2004 Jadednoir
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