In you there's a mystery like no other;

For most others are easy to read;

That i cant see your true want is a great bother;

Doubting those eyes authenticity is no heavy deed;

Through Lust's gale i choose to convince;

To convince this dread, and paint your portrait dreary;

And only through chimera I'll feel false glee, forged assurance;

Cuz its with puppet strings my stage you'll hold in place.. my stage and this story.



Though I'll never tell if what you feel may side with my zeal;

It'll be eternally promised my ear;

Though you don't know if what i feel may to your heart appeal;

It'll be honesty given to you, and your fake smile? I'll always beg it be sincere..











But if life continues, and time never speaks still-ly while running.....


this heart should therefore forever refrain from, to you, singing.

-with love