Its not often I get a read so clear
after being so out of sync.
My destination is clear, the path
invisible.
Holding my breath for the perfect one
the only one.
Because my heart was never my own to possess.
I certainly cast that word out carelessly these days
when I know the implications to be impossible.
Perfect enough, if even for a moment
one chance, maybe three.
I'm confident its all I really need.
Can you forgive me if I stink of ash and the sea?
It was a long road back to me.
Can you forgive me
if the first thing I say
in my saturday's best is
"god what I'd give to taste your neck"
I'm ashamed to admit I have dreams about it pulled softly in my lips.
Obviously not ashamed enough to repent.
Just as I'm ashamed to want you, not need you.
Perhaps some day you would want to be my life,
for now
I'll settle for you being my dream.
