Hopeless

Friends and more, so far away

Is it chance
To say hello, so far away?
Am I a true "hopeless romantic"
In hoping for our heart's say?
More than likely so
Yet my heart is of it's own
Pulling my mind and soul
Pricking my fingers with possibility

To think it's not ridiculous
Is wrong and foolish
The urge to find one with a likeness
Leaves me grasping, on the verge
Wondering about the fall, and
The possibility of the purge