Never Catch Me

So Sincere

When the tale of truth be told

It hesitates to yet unfold

For in the fields of buried gold

Is where the story's told.

From amber waves of ecstasy

To our hands of heresy

That fought against our families

Is how our tale receives.

The lies we whispered one by one

The truths that then became undone

And coaxed away the morning sun

Is how our tale begun.

The shattered glass and closed windows

The pile of stone from failing throws

Staring through the dark unknown

Is how our story goes.

The sunny hours without each other

Lonely days stacked one on another

Hiding how we felt from others

This is our sad tale my brothers.

Brushing hands as we passed by

Smile at a dove's shrill cry

And though people may wonder why

That's just how our tale unties.

Calling on you in the dark

Searching for your hand and heart

Your body is a work of art

That's how our story starts.

Together with abandon but

We did not see the eyes above

Glaring at our forbidden love

But that's how push came to shove.

We tried our best we really did

But we were found although we hid

And of you now I am rid

And that's the story fate forbids.