I have never priested my way
I have never priested my way
Upon the fashions of the time
I have lived years behind my face
The ashes that are swept
Underneath swaddling pages
I was never meant
For modern techniques
My soul yearns for former
Devices that spring my veins
To a rolling hillside
Or a jazz pitch, lined in smoke
It’s there where I will
Make my bed
But my dreams still tend
On nowadays
For I cannot be in your embrace
Because when I do
I am completely undone
So it is well that we meet
Now and then
But my heart is entwined
To yours
And I can’t undo it
I’m frightened for myself
I cloud my eyes
And bleed my feelings
To rid all traces
Of anything to read or suspect
But I always give away something
A small private thought
You glimpse a happy eye
Into my soul
And it cannot be any different
But I solemnly hope
For a change
I am drowning in myself
I need you to bring light
Back to my eyes
To see the wind that whiffs
Across my suspicious nostrils
To quiet my feverish heart
It speaks your name
Without my call
And I feel sometimes
That you are never further
From my thoughts, and then
I see your beautiful face
I fall to the ground
You don’t know so many things
When you touch me
How I die inside
Because I can never have you
In that way
Or your smile
How I light for days
But dissipation
Is the course of things
And I fall
We’ve pushed this under the rug
I guess I will have to deal with that
Because Im a ghost
Haunting my own steps
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