Melancholy Man, part one.

What a striking expression,

I've managed to find in this place of conundrum and silent confessions,

That is aloft in a void quite sordid,



Jaded am I; in this salient dream,

to yearn for adoration and only once it's departed,

from me,



How lovely and how sweet,

It is to not understand what's keeping me here,

That in the moment of uncertainty it may vanish from me,

Let me hold you and keep you close,



I am a melancholy man,

blown of fragile glass; a heart constructed of pulleys and weights,

I've painted all under the sun as white and hollowed,

I cannot see who your desire or who you truly are,

But I'd like to know,

girl of mystery close to me and yet so far,



But I can hear you,

Your tears must be hard to swallow,

Like wandering stars rolling down your face,



And this sordid void between us,

Is making my heart jaded; timeworn,

Though I've sworn, to find another way,



I will take you or leave you,

wondering alone,

thinking of you and all that I've known,

How lovely and how sweet it is...



I'm putting on my Sunday suit,

While the record plays a song of euphony juxtaposed in our faint hearts,

I watch as you dance around the room while you let him push his hands through the notches in your dying emotions,

Or was that me for not stopping you?



If you asked I would've taken you,

I don't truly desire to be alone, 

I would've waited until the final moments in which you decide to let go,

Watching wonderful white angels dance around,



You appeared,

Because you knew where to find me,

Waiting for my chance to come into your life, with those celestial beings in the snow, 

with the stars in your eyes,

I tore my hear apart to create the needle that played the song in our hearts all these days,

In silence your eyes shined to light up the night sky,

Not another will not be around to harm you,

After all I've found what's keeping me here.