...

of all my yearning, hidden and past,
to you i've kept muted, unheard
with inmost reluctance, o and pain,
that which i forget and ultimately lose,
cloaked in all the lies my eyes i could not
show you abstractly, and therefore,
i stand surrendered and taken over
hopeless despite all these dreams i hold.

but once in every while, you turn
to me and share a look of disguise,
as if seeming to you at hush i have kept
a world of figmentive photos of this,
an otherwise world, one such as not
that one you desire my self to have.
displease you i might but i'll surely say
already you know of my soulful intent in life.

if it includes yourself, or not,
still i ask, stay with me until we find out.