Six feet underneath
I know you can’t even see me

When I was there
I would sit and stare

You once asked
Why do I keep looking like that

Little do you know
I am longing for a show

When I am dead
And my eyes are shut instead

I’ld still be able to see you in my grave
Because I am saving this picture’s trace

So even when I am gone
I’ld have you with me forever

So even when the world will forget about me
I’ld still remember you

So even when I won’t be breathing
My eyes would still see
See you there with me

Sharp and seductive your words linger in my brian
Soft kisses, a wandering tongue, twinging bites
Your teeth on my skin and your hands on my waist
The pull of your sweet subtle venom compels me
I am yours to take piece by piece under your spell
Forever isn’t needed I merely want you in the present
Sanguine intoxication by the fantasy of what could be
Should forever take us both idyllically holding one another
Staring into locked eyes the glint of possibly beckons
Reality states I am merely another fledgling
Admirer bowing at your feet daring to stand up
I am a mirror and so are you, reflecting echos
Of what each of us thinks the other missed

I loved you in a way you’ll never know,
a silent tide, a hidden glow.
A candle flickering in the rain,
burning bright despite the pain.

Your name lived softly on my tongue,
a melody I left unsung.
My hands reached out, but not too far,
too scared to grasp a falling star.

And so, I watched, and so, I stayed,
a love unspoken, left to fade.
Not by you, but by the hour
that let me bloom, but not in flower.