I found you like a prophecy, but failed to make you want for me. I know you’re a girl, but I’m an animal and that’s all I can think about when I think of you. You’re supposed to be alabaster and satin blue, but in the bleak skies of late autumn passed due all I see when I see upon you is how ***** my wanting for you to want me can be. I know you’re my friend, but I’m an animal and that’s all I can imagine when I’m next to you.
Stumbled upon you like lost archeology, pyramid under sand and all my money in your hands. I’ve spent my time trying for you, fought, fraught and dried from drought over you. This is my inferno seven steps down and below my circles ever pressing and present; burning this bouquet for you and breaking this heart ballet over you, through and through I just want to be over you.
When I really think about what I want to do I realize that I’m an animal and the only thoughts I’ve got for you are *****. I am waiting for someone to shatter my fear of you, fleeting to be free of you and this ever absent, and phantom love of you. You’re such a woman now, but I’m an animal and when I think about being over you all I can want is for you to want to be under me; just lying there *****.