All this forsaken
All this not mentioned
I've seen you before
and it makes me just ache.
I wanted you then
and I still want you now
But I carry this silence
and it's gotten me nowhere.
Could you talke
and shed the front?
You're beautiful and
always the object of my desperation
It goes without words
because there aren't any here
Just your face
and my mind that thinks unmentionable things.
Could I get under your skin
and bleed in your heart?