Unknown

If i could see you in time, in your unpretentious moment of voyeur and solitude, i would pierce into your eyes and search deep that which has no love for me and like table salt, toss it over to better my luck. I would follow your rising smile to its never declining west, digging deep with every crack, condemning myself to the fallen angels lair in failure to make it my own. I would marvel at your latent portrait sphere's, searching where to place my woefull lips unused to touch, but trained in verse and in that harmonious moment of fancy, i would ulliate in a unanimous divine gaeity until i realise my brimming fancy feined by my absence from the other while i the look. But your ears do not hear my verse, your eyes do not read my lyrics, your lips do not taste my ink and the extremety's of all that binds me, are polarised in immortality leaving you unmoved in a moment of voyeur and left to gather dust in scribe to be an anthem for we who love so deep we write it.