(It would help set the mood of the poem to listen to the song as you read!)
It would never have amounted to anything.
I knew this before I even began,
An amorous habit,
and it won’t die.
Is it you that I adore? Or is it the feeling
you inspire? Isn’t that all I’m ever after?
Lone-poet, -writer, -artist, -lover
While that feeling lives
I will never die.
Because when I’ve forgotten the setting
When I’ve forgotten the faces around us
I’ll have preserved you
by creating you through my lens
and you will never die.
I am selfish for keeping this a secret,
instead of letting you in on it,
but I wanted to keep it forever
and have it live still with that hope
I wanted it to be immortal
and to never die.