Revert

Beneath fluorescent lights, you seem aglow with color such a light will oft negate; and though it causes beauty much debate, it does, for you, most radiantly show the lines from which the thoughtful movements flow (though often unrefined); your quickened gait ignites passion’s refusal to abate in searching, pleading for the chance to know. I'll never own the heart suspended here between potential future’s timid gaze and constancy you’re claiming to require… for all I need, it seems, is to be near enough to see you through fluorescent haze and try in vain to mitigate desire.