Exclaim the way you really feel about me,
I really hope it’s a match, but..
Unmatched is the hunger of one for the other.
It’s always been an image that I’ve wanted to paint,
I’m left hungry for more fantasy, while your tables been made already.
Four complete three and sixty five days,
In between the lines some hope was self bred,
Why should such thing be left unsaid..unchecked.
My bed is undone, cause my Heart’s made its bond with it.
But I hope it’s a match still.
A Heart can only be left unchecked for so long, till reality comes to expel the spoiled.
The hidden love will always be there, but looking from outside the Window pane.
I don’t really have much time to wait,
But I want to let you know My love for you still resonates, whether friend or foe my invisible string is and will remain elastic.
To give up on all Love will be the death of my soul.
Like a set of Unos, Kings, and Queens we’re unmatched, unmatched intentions, Our unmatched desires for each other leaves me hungry for a new fantasy.
In between the lines some hope was self-bred, why should such thing be left unsaid.. unchecked.
My bed is left undone cause my Heart’s made its bond with it,
Till reality comes to sober the spoiled.
The hidden Love will always be there,
But looking from the outside into the Window pane.
#Unmatched 🪟
ornate mirage
delicate flume
This is so uncanny. I can’t put my perspective directly on it, and I love that about it! It’s just so oddball it’s hard to catch… but i still feel like your making true statements, true lines of thought and feeling within it…
Really love this! ❤️ Great job!!! 👏
@ornate mirage