Long-lived was the distant sun kissed sky
Nothing could compare to when I was there
Your presence a warm blanket over my soul
Yet fires consume all they touch with impunity
Grateful should I be for the touch of life
That electric shock tracing the skin
As delectable as sin, a fervent
Hunger running rampant, a
Primeval tether that bound
Us once, but now only
Binds me.
I wish I could say I didn’t regret
All the time I spent fighting
This brain racing like a bullet train
For the faintest of affection.
Attraction is a fickle thing,
Dying when the heart’s fall leaves drop
And confidence shatters into glass.
I suppose it’s true what they say,
Grass is greener on the other side.
At least it was for you…
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