It's unfair
In that the whims that drive you, delight me.
It's unfair
For your inquisition humbles the world anew
How unfair
That which draws your eye captures an expansive display
So unfair
The awful parts that persist in your mind when the moon is oh so bright
For what's really unfair most of all
As envy lingers in not you, but I. No. It's jealousy not envy.
When cycles come again, it's unfair.
Despite inspite
It's you to whom my whimsy beholdens.
It's unfair
I like you
But thats fair to me













