The Poet You Never Were - Saetia

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