Your boredom could be of gentler hues
But even then again, could it?
You the shimmer of star light
On the ice floor of my soul
What could I have done to not
Be better to spike your attention
To me, only me, always me
Tis but a failing me trying
You the wonder
And as I wonder
I so miniscule before your towering
And I flinch
Seek my stupidity
And try to pretend to be grand
It will be enough, I know, I fear
For you shalt fare and find better
And when such a moment arrives
I shall be as worthless as dust
Flying off an old book shelf

If one should show one's void
One should know
The void is just
The void is permanence
None can ever fill
Though they may say
In love one should know
One who loves won't be loved
Neither the intensity
Not the mere acceptance
All it will be is a moment
For else, not for the one to love
So if you seek to love
Know
One shall feel lost
And lost is just the void
One sought to fill
Only to drift deeper into it
And all that ever shall be
If your emptiness and thee
Never found in real
Only found as per whim and fancy
No peace