35 and yonder, 12 years in waiting
I am here, and only past relations exists.
Only bodies of crystal clear water separates our hearts from colliding.
Realizations and infatuations make the symbols appear more relevant
I feel like my disheveled hands could never touch your white ribbons of purity
And I stand here miles away from the green light masking your stolen identity
I knew you could never associate with an impoverished soul of my being
This is why we could never marry
When I left to be subjected to bloodshed
You were being captivated by wealthy male characters.
Since then, everyday I ponder you, I moved in the east just to be near
Now I'm being a coward, standing back in fear.
I host banquets, although I'm never really there
I always hope you would attend
Maybe my diplomatic social ties have confused
Two years past.
I changed my name since I heard of the news
I tried washing you away, but you always remained underneath
layers and layers of rigid fabrication.
He was your companion, I would never be your right hand man.
Some how you've always been mine in the dreams Ive had.
But through my foolishness
I never knew how naive you were until I befriended Nick
Old sport, dealt with bonds.
He helped me to see that the past couldn't be repeatcould was so fixated on you, I was being the naive one
I was the fool, closets full of un used linens that you would never see.
We would have an affair for fourteen days, until your companion called you home
After the fourteenth day, I realized what I didn't have to live for, and everything surrounding my world turned a light gray and black, now everything is meaning less.
