Stowed Apart

Lies before my eyes are unspoken rhymes.
Buried underneath the steps I took ahead, is a silent wry
With a bit of shiver
And a tint of a joker

Of us, apart by two different desks
Hiding behind those screens
Where we both cannot tell
Where we both can only guess

So, I keep my highest bid in the evening
If I would not win the morning
Because, every defeat is a gold worth keeping
So, I would never regret trying

Muted after you is my infatuated heart
That you once stole
That I stowed in care
Presented before you is a girl and her concealed charm

... always