the third of february
we’re wild and tame and wild again
we’re on and off and sometimes friends
with failed attempts we analyze
the strange suggestions we disguisei let our kiss fall behind a stone
i read the corners of your mouth
i try to speak but have no sound
i’m out to get you anyway
under the starlit milky wayi let the spark become a blaze
i am in too deep now so it doesn’t matter
how far i go
how long i run after you
i can’t stop myself from feeling the tremblei don’t have control over this without you
i never tried to cross the line
but in my mind did several times
i turned the page and slammed the door
but you still linger even morei don’t have control over this kind of glue
between the sacred and profane
nobody hears me chant your name
another year has gone again
and i will never be the samei keep you close under my breath
(charlotte martin, tremble)
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