Mystique

I can't define your

Outer lines, the simple tines that

Run around your silent eyes

I wish they'd whisper something

I'd keep this moment running 'til

The clock caught on to me

I can't divine your

Fragile mind, the walls that keep on

Climbing, 'til the sky starts to

Recede, this is the moment we've been

Dreaming of, the hopelessness of

Unrequited love

I can't confine my

Wild lies, they  keep coming

While I, keep running

There's a place somewhere I can

Rest my eyes

A place somewhere I

Can let this life

Fall silent, amidst the

Noise of all these

Fabrications, these destinations

Without a journey

The restoration of fantasy when

Reality just can't seem

To keep up with me

I can't define your

Outer lines, they lie somwehere

Inside my mind, a figment of this

Condemnation

To an eternity spent in

Contemplation

Of your wild-eyed

Accusations

Someday, I'll be

Greater than the sum

Of you and me.