Pensive lid!

When aligned the lines
got to melt horizons;
phrasing equally a carrion
never remarked the lesion.
I was drowned with you
yet smelt my seabed,
frills of attachment
never a cause,
winding up engrossment
neither a desire
We met, we sang
no sticking planes though
I felt, hoping for a crown
my lid weave stories;
yet, finding am misery
engaged with notes on lid
leaving behind the deeds!