The Poet You Never Were

Oh, what new languages may come? As the hands of fate The hands of fate are kissed Tranquil taking of a heart In love's silhouetted garden The otherness The otherness of words Our new times (Our new times) Are the worst ties (Are the worst ties) Because the softest lips tell the most precious secrets Forget the broken backed stretch across a painted background You've never experienced Forget the lazy days of daydream departure to faraway laughs You've never heard Forget the backwards walk through liminal windows You never knew existed You never knew existed You never knew existed You never knew existed You never knew existed Forget the bells tolling an hour of redemption, a minute of fancy You've never been given Forget the love letters penned by sad faced boys You've never met Forget the unwritten, uncollected works of the poet You never were You Never were Unwritten, uncollected works of the poet Never were Unwritten, uncollected works of the poet You never were Unwritten, uncollected works of the poet