That These

Lovers Speak of.


secrets are hidden,
they vary as we whisper in the dark
i speak to tell a friend,
the words won't start

i moved my lips
to let go of lingering images, the mystics and abnormality,
failure and linguistics coexisted to my reality

disguised, covered, cryptic to the remedy
secluded, underground, could be undisclosed,
necks, flesh, legs, no clothes
as skins become one all power becomes my own

atlantis, utopia, delusion, fantasy, maybe a dream,
light absent as we search we don't see
a mournfull color surrounds bliss' scene

our secrets unknown
they vary as we whisper in the dark
i speak to tell a friend,
the words never start.