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Self and Love
In the desert’s
Hot and lucid weather
With the severed head of a snake
And a trail of vulture feathers
I prey for it to rain
And see my reflection
Reflecting something better
But that would probably
Be a swing for the fence and
Never happen ever
I don’t get it
But I can deny it,
Lie and act as if
I’m just another
Distant guy,
But these nights
The sounds
Sometimes they can be so vivid
I’m timid and livid
Frustrated;
Past the point of existence
Give in and get it
I shouldn’t;
I didn’t;
What if I did
Is it something
Someone could live with
But our dance is forbidden
Not to mention
A decision like this
And we be unforgiven
So stop calling me
Before your husband
Finds out gets mad
Turns around
And burns down the house
For now
Leave it be
If you’re alone
Down the road
Then maybe we’ll see
Goodbye
Hot and lucid weather
With the severed head of a snake
And a trail of vulture feathers
I prey for it to rain
And see my reflection
Reflecting something better
But that would probably
Be a swing for the fence and
Never happen ever
I don’t get it
But I can deny it,
Lie and act as if
I’m just another
Distant guy,
But these nights
The sounds
Sometimes they can be so vivid
I’m timid and livid
Frustrated;
Past the point of existence
Give in and get it
I shouldn’t;
I didn’t;
What if I did
Is it something
Someone could live with
But our dance is forbidden
Not to mention
A decision like this
And we be unforgiven
So stop calling me
Before your husband
Finds out gets mad
Turns around
And burns down the house
For now
Leave it be
If you’re alone
Down the road
Then maybe we’ll see
Goodbye
Published 17th Apr 2013
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