To close, to far

There might be a surprised confession under the wings of her deception. Frame for the future picture for the past All stated in her dedication no exceptions. Much of the sand can tell time but who would take the hours to search? Under the skin and deeper in the eyes of her palms Wild in he depths of her dance Loner behind her eyes There might be a stiff aggression. She was in collision with the wind All her edges precise all in the right directions. Quiet A silence that's heard, Loud hear me now. Take me as I am or leave me very close to what I could be If only? If I could? Where would you be if we would?