Why can’t I just have both?
Different flavors of the same dream,
Different fabrics with the same seam
Two metals with similar sheen
I suppose I’ll become a get through, I’ll make do
I can’t mold these things I’ve told myself, they’re all laying askew
It is your loving and secretly selfish way
Impress me with the chivalry of King Arthur’s day
The guilt of greed as we hang on each other’s every word
Hide your glances meekly. Think of a way to keep me
We do our devil dance concealed by masks all along
Our innocent love turning into need, need for us both to belong
I receive your Valentines kiss, lost in momentary bliss
I have painted and sculpted myself to act like this
I welcome you to build me up in your mind, and maybe someday I’ll play the part
Until that day I’ll be a slave to the words I see as art.