Lay on, and Forever Glow.

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I don’t know what it is about you
That always, always makes me stare.
But I do.
Always do,
Ever so
So, glare.

I know that you are not my type,
But after you, that type I chose.
For,
I’ve glanced upon few lips so ripe,
And curling locks, and skin that glows,
And yet you,
Always do,
Ever so
So, glow.

Sometimes, I look at a picture
That I took of you,
Back when I knew you.
Well, thought, I knew you,
But never knew you.
A passing view,
Moment true,
Always true,
Ever so
So sure.

I’ve kept those little moments few,
To remind me, once again, ah, again,
That for so long I thought of you,
Daily, for months and years, back then.
Memories,
Mostly true,
Ever so
So few.

There’s another singer that I’ve found,
Perhaps she’s older than you were, still,
Such years are nothing in the mind.
For memories are hard to kill,
When such imprints have been left behind.
And living see such beauties to remind.
Tortured will,
Watching, still,
Watching you,
Ever so
So, still.

You two have the same expression…
When faintly smiling, with bowed neck
And roséd cheeks, you see the floor,
As locks lay low beside your face,
And frame it in that perfect grace.
I could watch you evermore,
And sate my quiet passion.
As you do,
Always do
Ever so,
So, glow.

And so, it’s to the shallowest extent
That I know of you today.
In mémory, I should be so content,
As in that time that flew away,
When I would see you every day.
To watch you walk, and lean, and lay.
Oh that day,
Gone away,
Ever so
So lay.

When I think of what you represent
For me, all the things that I resent
Are met, in your aspect and your eyes.
That beauty that you never earned,
And in that grace that can’t be learned.
They bring you drink when you are thirsty
And tolerate brief, willing, lies.
But I Still thirst,
Growing worst, even though I try.
But I thirst
Always worst,
Ever so
So dry.

A moment of this universe
I hold in mémory and sight.
I hold a picture painted by
Painted by light.
Ever bright,
Always true,
Ever so
So sure.

But that is not how I know you,
For I know I never knew you.
Yet, your truth, makes my world untrue.
Does that make memory my curse?
How I must hold you evermore
As I knew you,
Thought, I knew you
As you were.
You were her.
Ever so
So light.
Ever so
So glow.



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