winter has risen,
it's so hard to confess,
when there's nothing left to say,
never a choice,
this silent profession,
always seems we're on the same line,
i've watched you compare,
why should I even bother,
the same conclusion,
I promised myself I was through trying,
why am I finding the effort escaping,
aiming for the stars,
I should realize they're far beyond my grasp,
feels like i'm falling behind,
never sure what i'm asking for,
still haven't figured out what i'm missing,
I remain with the last,
overseen, caught up in a losing streak,
struggling to discover where to extract bliss,
hopeful that my day will come,
someone will finally see the good within,
and won't let it slip away.

Have I relished too long in the thought,
Should I let it go,
Tear myself away from
You, enticing me with your piercing grin,
I, fumbling in my demure,
Devised deep in the quiet,
What you’d say,
to have me ask you to stay,
Locked in your gaze,
Outspoken mysterious ways,
Looking at me,
full of intensity,
between each melodic muse,
synergy reaching me,
a plausible impracticality,
why can’t I distinguish between dreams and veracity,
your distinctive disposition,
creates a stirring in my soul,
and I hide to save myself from conveyance,
I leave it all in your hands,
if ever you should ascertain my adoration.