Look it,
You're still a dark horse
Of my dreams. You still do things
I couldn't predict,
You're still temperamental
And perfect; I just can't conduct myself
This way.
Look for bits of you about.
And when I want to share
It just doesn't seem right.
You're right over there,
Yet a thousand miles away at night.
I combine everything this way,
Because I don't think we've ever
Fully parted. Different doors;
Hearts not finished what they started.
Maybe I'm wrong.
Be it so,
And let the melancholy get me
Once more. I'm ready for that heady
Delight to blur the night sky;
Put me in a trance,
Fit a bit of slow, cool wonder in
My life. So simple, so beautifully sad.
Been given good time with this life.