Sunday, 15 January 2012

Fragment - (a poem to).

what I can never think of, maybe even feel, is here, in all of its dramatic and obvious reality.
E se mi sorprendo a non volerlo perdere ancor prima di aver saputo cos'è, se solo mi vedessi adesso mentre sorrido dopo aver trovato quello che cercavo. 
A perfect poem to universal feeling.



If I lean, if I lean in
So close to you
Can I breathe, can I breathe
I don't know so far from home 
I'm tired of, I'm tired of being 
Cautious oh it aches and
The only thing cautious now's
My hand not to break you 

I cannot promise any of the things I want to
But I could not want this any fragment more than I do 

I don't know, I don't know how
To read what you give me
Say "I'm tired, I'm tired of being lonely"
Spell it for me 

If I lean, if I lean in
So close to you
I want to know there's no space
Between me and you 

I cannot promise any of the things I want to
But I could not want this any fragment more than I do 

Oh, what to call this
Tell me how I'm supposed to touch you 
I could not want this
Any fragment more than I do
And you could not want this
Any fragment more than I doIf I lean, if I lean in
So close to you
Can I breathe, can I breathe
I don't know so far from home 
I'm tired of, I'm tired of being 
Cautious oh it aches and
The only thing cautious now's
My hand not to break you 

I cannot promise any of the things I want to
But I could not want this any fragment more than I do 

I don't know, I don't know how
To read what you give me
Say "I'm tired, I'm tired of being lonely"
Spell it for me 

If I lean, if I lean in
So close to you
I want to know there's no space
Between me and you 

I cannot promise any of the things I want to
But I could not want this any fragment more than I do 

Oh, what to call this
Tell me how I'm supposed to touch you 
I could not want this
Any fragment more than I do
And you could not want this
Any fragment more than I do

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