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Conscious consideration of the gifts I've been granted

You should have come wrapped in grandeur with a bow, so enchanted

In a prideful position when you're present and within tangible distance

The halting strength of a goddess, my heart’s intermission 

Excuse Me

Excuse me beautiful,

I’m just trying to get through to you

Hoping to inch closer, because I cannot refuse you

I just thought that you should know that when I think about you, the evidence of your essence proves itself irrefutable

Babble

My words are not perfect with you

My tone often muffles

My fluency sometimes flawed

Voice stammers in the shuffle

My verbs are inactive

Adjectives fall vague

Similes by the wayside

Metaphors washed away...

Love Unseen

If I could, I would

Get closer to her in a heartbeat

If she only knew or understood

If only she didn’t overlook me

Because in the same breath that she took from me

She overtook me

If there was a way that I could steal her heart

I would be unable to comply completely

Instead, I would confidently release mine unto her, and with hers she would meet me

I wish I could love her how I can so freely picture in my mind

But maybe this is just another case of unseen affection; I guess love truly is blind

Figments

It was never real

You all were never true

There was never a me

connected to you

Figment of my imagination

A physical, mental manifestation

you were never in my life

all the time, I'm erasing

You never existed

You were nothing more than a figment

A vision that I envisioned

A hologram that was just too realistic

A life-like 3 dimensional model

perception of something I foolishly believed

something so realistically unreal

much less than I thought you could be

Your potential and relevance faded

For you were just another misinterpretation

of what the truth would prove itself to be

And it is I that I'm left hating

 A misunderstood understanding

Whether never understanding that you would be missed

Anonymous Affection

Dazed and amazed

Close attention paid, with an eyebrow raised

Trying not to be noticed staring

As I sit in a dumbfounded gaze

They say a picture is worth a thousand words

But one of her is worthy of praise

Because her specific beauty can only be produced by the lord

Like the dawn of a new day

No name to match with a face

That I would love nothing more than to embrace

And when I am graced with her presence

I can feel my heart being set ablaze

It’s just too bad this world is so far from perfect

Because I would love for her to feel the same way someday

Summary

Wait…

What’s my role again?

On a roll again

Out of control again

Listen!...

Here we go again

Love's Deception

He saw everything he expected a worthy queen to contain

She was positively indescribable, beauty by another name

Without the slightest enlightened notion that his heart would be drained

And she, only the first, followed by several more just the same

The king, entranced in the moment, oblivious to obvious signs

More of a jester than a queen, necessary to read between the lines

How could his royal taste betray him? The king thought, surprised

Proclaiming he was at fault, being the common factor each time

Lost soloist of love, esteem running low regarding self

Confused, used and abused; emotions shamelessly felt

Caring for many others, whether it be health or wealth

Incomplete

What is a king without a queen?

A movement without any progression

No light at the end of the tunnel

No importance extracted from a lesson

A mere prisoner of personal contempt

In the court of repression

An enlistment into a solitary army

Steadily set to march in regression

Characterized by hidden love

Piled underneath empty depression

Humble heartache harbored internally

Leaving bitterly induced first impressions

Uncharted emotional Providences

Leading to subconscious dissections

Until only a bleeding heart remains

Consequences of constant reflection