Left Unspoken

Make Sense

Eyes wide while mind turned to a piece of blank paper.
Quite unable to process, face turning paler.
Epiphany, knowing the name of the stranger.
Whose words turned my bloodstream to a mushy river.

The vast sea of old lies, now seems so familiar.
Ties despite distance, no longer feels peculiar.
Those digital verses, sent with proper grammar.
A step for closer affairs, even from a far.

My love, a nameless person of literature.
From a manly disguise, to a softer feature.
Thoughts may be confused, as it was out of nature.
Yet my feelings will stay, as this rainbow picture.

A gorgeous view covered by handsome illusions.
Three, a number that stands for years and confessions.
Distance and time can't seem to stop the affections.
Still present despite chaotic conversations.

Things may have started with a wavering defense.
Even now, still recovering from the pretense.
Despite not being able to reach your presence.
In a world of facades, being with you make sense.