Unspoken. Unwritten.
A blissful trauma that steals my breath.
One, two, three weeks have passed.
And I'm still stuck on this page of my life.
Why can't I move ahead?
Or do I really want to?
The path beyond looks rewarding,
But this moment is golden.
Resonating, burning through my thoughts.
Her voice is music, her touch is warm.
I promptly melt in her favorable gaze.
Dreams are my friend, and yet, my worst enemy.
She has answered all of my questions.
And questioned all of my answers.
Her glowing words will pierce me again.
Slowly now, slowly...fall asleep.
Will my eyes betray me again?
My heart refuses to look.
My mind portrays nonsense and pains of the past,
Yet I'm still swept away, a hopeless boy.
I'll find a way to get back to her.
I'll swear my life upon it.
But shadows seldom betray their cause.
I stand, laughing, digging my own grave.
