Left Unspoken

Defeated

I tried, but here I am writing for you again.
Figuring what kind of spell you casted on me.
Magic that flows through my hand, telling a story.
Lips remained shut, but still keeping this heart open.

Leaves keep falling on the ground in autumn season.
Like me and my gradually growing feelings.
Casual soft stares, keep swooning over simple things.
Sad days may come, but still smiling for a reason.

Not so famous but still conquers my attention.
Shivers caused by your irresistible effect.
A definition of imperfectly perfect.
Filling my mind with vivid imagination.

Though I know, this admiration is one-sided.
Just a viewer of this amazing living art.
So far from reality, so close to my heart.
Trying to runaway yet always defeated.