An Anvil To the Skull

all my life i seek a truth in you the reply i get is an anvil to the skull banished from view, i begin a journey for a definition of self all the while i figured i could rid myself of all thoughts of you yet and still the planted seeds continue to bloom in my mind honestly, i guess the overall feel will never go away one day i may even kiss the tip of your grave misery can inspire through the unfortunate realms of woe invisible wishes are like flashing cameras in constant continuum the art of a schoolboy crush turned to murky tap water overnight for the rest of my life i seek solace for the sake of my curiosity if i ever see you again, i will pray for a kiss from an angel newly rooted in renewal will be all trust and honesty in every drection maybe then we can be each other's hero and heroine respectively....