Will She Ever Know

I wonder if she’ll ever know
That the majority of her views came from these eyes on several nights
I wanted to read
But left no comment
I wonder if she’ll know
How each word pulled us together in my thoughts and channeled visions of us finishing each others sentences
She was pure she was beautiful she was unreal and I was in need
Of much more than her lyrical content
So bonafide I wanted to taste the ink in her veins
Wanting it to leave traces that consumed me turning me into something so incredible
Like a super human man and she a Louis Lane
Makes me wonder if she’ll want to know
How after one look
At that one image in her profile took
Me to a place that has me writing scriptures down in my little black notebook
This love at first write
Can be described in my hearts strike
Against my chest
Chanting lines from her scribes
Right now I’m crushing on things about this woman that I like
I wonder if she’ll ever know
How I’m trying to find the right words
And not come on to strong about my desire to make poetry
Maybe even a little music
With her feeding me the same pen that stroked her ego
I want her to know that this feeling would be so useless
If I couldn’t spend at least one night inside this beautiful nightmare and draw out my own conclusions
She’ll never know
She reminds me of poetry
Each line french kissing the paper with such passion
Metaphorically speaking for the moisturized imprints of compassion
My pen writes
Maybe she’ll never know
Maybe I’ll never know

HER