Forever behind the looking glass,
Contact and feelings never past.
Walls as clear as the love in my eyes,
Yet they are as thick unspoken lies.
To call them that is only due to a lack of words
Because every action is worst they any I’ve heard.
I see there is nothing prove that I mean anything,
simply wasting my time while my sanity remains dwindling.
But in spite all that I am awaiting to hear those sweet syllables again.
Wondering in