Far is she

She lived arcane Acquainted with none but you And if somehow, you slept tranquilly And if somehow, you forgot about ineffability Of the epistemology of her Can surmise to the lie She chose to die And if somehow by any chance You feel like an oblivion be obliged to pass through the street she stepped upon a million little times And mentioned about you in her golden notebook be obliged to go through the pages messed up! Those now are to pave the path to disclosure The dialect or her own fabrication? be it any term No existence of obstruction Can surmise to the truth She's no more, gone are the days of her youth The death or the divulgence? be it any term Take the sunflower's inflorescence if somehow by any chance You lead your way to her grave Just ahead of the street Turn out the remorse there's nothing you failed to gave knock back the tears that could fall by chance As they are going to descend from those eyes bearing the ocean with no more lies but, now, to her, it would do no nice Cause she lived arcane, was never suffice Those tears would worsen it all Resent turning them down From the pupil chocolate brown which deserves a crown for their ability to make everyone drown She lived unknown, known died she! Those pages saying it all She cried alone, alone cried she! The smell displaying the fall Lived the dust, those pupils, pupils yet shone Longing for you, are you answering the call? When you went through the pages Ruined up! Those now are The fresh sunflower's inflorescence She liked them, responds the rhythm Rhythm from violin or was it from guitar? Meeker became words, she's now far Died she sublime, now she's a scar Died she apt, now she's bizarre Died she yours, BUT, now she's a star