Fifteen.

I'm not sure there
is any way I could
explain how I feel
about you.

I try to pick
the best words,
the best flow,
but nothing seems
to work.

You're an illusion
slipping away
the closer I try
to get.

There isn't just
one word to
stick on you
and I won't try
to push.

You'll just have
to trust that
I know what
I want and
not believe the
trash coming
from my fingers.