Archive for February, 2018

Burnt

 

I must have lived
one thousand lives
from the opening notes
on a summer day
to the crooked streets
of drunken nights
but for everything
I’ve ever learnt
I’ll always choose the wrong way
I’ll grab the flame and get burnt.

You were a fascination
I dreamt from on high
a sweet mistake
like all the others
a slight distraction
to make me feel alive
but for every knock
I’ve ever took
I’ll always get up
and take another sweet left hook.

 

It’s somewhere to hide
just for a time
someone to hold
just as I lie
feeling the closeness of you.

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