All silent is a blur
But not a sound is registered
Such intensity is felt
But not a touch is rendered
High pitches make ears bleed
But you can't smell the danger
The brightness makes it clear
But the pedastools block her
She could come with me
But it's my persistence that scares her
Our passions overheat
But it's inate to stand her
She doesn't want to be my friend
But no one understands her
She isn't ready for my love
But no one else can have her
You can't see it in my eyes
But it's mutual gander
These musings are for you
But taken as propaganda
We're basking in our tears
But when we talk it's coy laughter
Lost in solitude
But know we should be together