Newly on the hunt
You sweep me off my feet
Only to set me down
To chase someone else
You keep drawing near
Yet as soon as I lean in
Off again you go
A new breeze to catch
Funny
How I expect
Absolute devotion
From many
Yet I flit between
Only to become melancholy
When one pulls away
I think it’s time you took your
step
As the ball rolls into your court
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