confession 6

 
I have a confession
I don't trust me with your heart
little known truths spoken from my lips

I am an old soul

who let someone down once
I don't think I've ever recovered
unique division it's made a rift
that can't be mended

I try to cross it and I'm flung to the other side
left reaching for you
I can touch but not hold

it is fate I would find you now
when I am too old
dappled dawn I hope you see me brand new
where the first breath i take is my last for you
then I would hurt you no more
the curse broken

when we first touch we new it was forbidden
I burn with the urgency of that day and I know
I will yearn with the knowledge of you in my soul

forever to be so close
and never so far apart