Man With Blue Eyes and Here I Am, Pathetic
Love you
to the stars and back
That's how I'm out of reach
To the height of you seeing me
Love you
to the broadest aurora
The same way I fascinate
in the shades of your eyes
Your smile, your fears
Your anxiety, your tears
But then you thrive
in my mind, my angel in disguise
I will love you as how I dressed you
But I can never compete to the clarity
Of what you already possess
That stub of a fine leather
You are...
You are everything I wanted to be
But never had
Fallen dreams
Whisked aspirations
So I will want you
Because you are perfection
But never truly the intention
A charade, a waltz, a ballad
But my feelings burst
The nebulous powder
In the words that thrills me
As I dive into its galaxy, you, being my subject
The sun that radiates
The one that I'm pulled into
My mind, my breath and my consciousness
This I will lay to you
Will you shed light through your sight
About how I'm in the brink of uncertainty
Not where I'm supposed to be
To detour, and to abandon everything
But there was no everything
There was no abandon to do
It was my own fancy, my fickleness
That being everything I never was
Is the solid You that I liked you for me
You were my present
My lucid, my sober interrogation
My stable conviction, initials I always repressed
You smile and I'm relieved, and solemn
And I wish I can say your name
For only the intention of my adoration
But I cannot, it's hard I'd might keep them
You know you're there, had the smallest known of my existence
And I do not wish for you to notice me this way
I still love it if you keep going on your way
I hate to be a blunder then
But, this a mere fact I admire you
Initials.
