dane_valek

If you only had a clue as to what was going through my head.

You may find out sooner than you wish.

Every time I think I need to tell you, my heart races like my brain, and all the things that were going to come out of my mouth jumble together, and lose their meaning. Suddenly I have no idea what I was thinking. I gave up on what's in your eyes so long ago, and it will take someone so much stronger than you to bring back my will to try. I long to have the eloquent tongue that lurks on the vertical lake of silver. I long for the syllabic silk that comes from an army of wordsmiths. More than this, I wish that my thoughts could wander from my head into your brain, and make the words unneccesary. Alas, I am incapable of such beatiful things, and what things I have to offer are things you would not want. I want to hold on, I want to gaze back at you with the same warmth and affection that you have, but I feel that it will never happen. We all have things to do, to say, to be. You're presence is not felt in the things I am meant to see.