She's Written in the Subtext.

She's a ghost that wants your attention
but no one could ever see transparent
she's a whisper that screams a thousand echoes
but no one could ever hear the wind
she's a dancer that waltz her way to everywhere
but no one could appreciate that idea of elegance
she's a temptress that stares down your heartbeat
but no one could feel the shiver of a heart
she's a chariot that carries her horses through primrose
but no one could guide the blind though the stridden path
she's boat in the lake that rides to marquee
but no one could float what's lost at sea...

but I couldn't be anymore happier
as we have each other to ourselves.

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she's a bunny with a gun
but she holds it just for the fun
devious, she hops to shade the sunlight
you can't help it when it’s cute
pseudo-moments come omni-present
even if it’s not your intentions
but you can't help to think
that she's trying to get your attention

sometime you have to wait until the end
to truly know how she can smile
she can drag you on so long
but when it’s clear, it’s worth the while
you can't help things take forever
for the seconds you yearn to see her
in the time you think in a day of imagination
nothings the same in levels of sensation

as the minutes pass, I can't wait any longer
to yearn and strive without knowing
for the desolate beliefs
has part me down so weak
the hourglass buries me in sand
as the grain puncture the skin
my bones pressed up against the glass
time can only test one's true character...