you want me hopeful,
you want me bright and unattainable,
but you know how easily i fold in your arms,
there's a break in motion,
an ache i can't cure,
you're reminding me,
how weightless i used to be,
if we've made it this far,
can i count on progression,
not regression,
and a hand held proud?
will i be right this time?
Will I stay,
In reverie with you,