Resolutions and other anomolies...

Following shadows into the microcosm of forgetfulness
Wondering where I left my pens, my notebook,
they keys to your heart...

I was hoping you were hoping I would talk to you
Resignations lost...
You were so friendly, thank you

I miss not seeing you everyday
Now that I've found my way
Away from fallen angels with their
manicuring, masquerading intentions
I don't have to resolve myself,
Even though you are never far away
But you paint with light in whatever you dress
And I couldn't campaign myself
out of a wet paper bag

But I am...
Campaigning for you...
In my own way

Pardon for staring like the freaky train stalker

A beneficiary to the degree of how much
my heart is on sale for

A cyclic spinner, sinning in his own galaxy