Itching To Tell

Surrounded by a darkness I can’t profess
And all the people just undress
And give lie to the love
That was gifted them from above
And I know it’s old fashioned to say
But I never could roll that way
Like the punches are not drunk
But my ship has already sunk
In the ocean of recompense
Everything is the present tense
And if you think there’s a past or a future
Then you are just ripping the suture
Open where the wound was healed
I looked down and the blood congealed
On my knee
I fell while running from destiny
And he wasn’t there to catch my hand
But I understand
Or at least I claim I do
All the while holding a grudge against you
Why don’t you burst right in the door
And tell me you want me more
Than anything or anyone
And I know your sun
Revolves around an earth I don’t see
Or am I Gallilean in my mystery
With my telescope
And eyes trained on a sky to hope
That the shooting star is me
Not old light echoing from history
That has long since died
And I never cried
When she brushed my hair
Because love just wasn’t there

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