Shadow of Words.

I text along, deep into the night,
To the shadow I met,
To the gleam I didnt.

For my words are endearing, a charm to recieve,
I do get back the same disguised words.
As my disposition is at rest, and my soul is set to decieve,

I need only thus, my textual intonation
to form those disguised letters of dust.

My true self is me the person,
My true self is me the soul.

I am not him, who lies in the shadow of the words,
which glorifies my highs and hides my lows.....