The cloud's were hanging all about my very, very tiny ears.
The ears they were not listening,
Because, they did not wish to hear.
I never heard you shout to me.
MY shiny eyes were peeled,
to see what was going on.
But in a moment of complexity,
They never noticed you.

You were standing in the shadows,
in the back roads of my mind.
I spoke to you, you made me feel.
The shadow in the background hangs intrinsically very real.
Intriguing conversations,
They opened up a can of worms.
Of your lost love,
The bringer to your heart,
only buckets full of standing sorrow,
You made me think,
I couldn't sleep,
for your lost love,
I wish to weep.
Secrets freed, once lost set free,
Cherish the honesty of me.
I'm free of my burden,
the one that I could not see.
Well I think I maybe anyway,
Maybe I shall ever be.
Come forth the man of mystery.
Let us write together thee and me.
(c) Livvi