To know these thoughts Pulling my mood to bleak Each time my mind entertains The notion and secret admiration Unobtainable visions you are.
You might guess but I guard them My pride and my aging acceptance The denial and the hindsightedness Bitterness so impotent and useless
Beautiful, You, and I can't bring attention I'm. Too old, too far past the moment No. I must appreciate from afar Stolen glances from forgettable interactions.
It's not a blameable situation I am longful, going for eyes that see inside and passed The lines of time too clearly present Hopef but for One whom tries for Proximity and time by my side and that is never yours to supply.
It ***** I am so far ahead of My youthful desires and the unsaid.