The Shape Of You
By a lachrymist
Hidden, lost within chasms of thoughts. I stare upon your beauty to see that familiar shape. Glowing, showing me your brilliant colour of white. Never silencing yourself to me. Draped in cloudy mystery, I gaze to find your inner secret. But you're silent, and forever holding it from me. With time your latency fades, only to become the answer. With every unspoken word you reveal yourself once more. Holding back is the work of the innocent. Give notice, set forth, share yourself with me. Written October 12th, 2001 © on Oct 12 2001 03:47 AM PST 0 • 18 • 10
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"Hidden, lost within chasms of thoughts. I stare upon your beauty to see that familiar shape. Glowing, showing me your brilliant colour of white. Never silencing yourself to me. Draped in cloudy mystery, I gaze to find your inner secret. But you're silent, and forever holding it from me. With time your latency fades, only to become the answer. With every unspoken word you reveal yourself once more. Holding back is the work of the innocent. Give notice, set forth, share yourself with me...."