Chapter 1 - The Sporadic Messenger

The Sporadic Messenger

I've come now to inscribe these words
In a manner recording my own
This time, to tell of them
They whom know me well

I've no gifts, save in hiding meaning
Will they ever understand?
My silence seems to invoke fear
Yet none try to delve into it
With these words, you pull me down

Some hint that I'm followed
Others think on other scales
So come may you know, by my side
Nothing will know what to say

So please don't be alarmed when you're caught in still sight
Please write me away
I'll always be here to hear you never say
I'll never say I love you

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