I stray from the path of love,
When at dawn beauty sings like a dove
Thirty two pieces of cigar on the balcony,
I lose a quarter of me and search
for one of you.
Your sorcery in my frailty, I find
There is no power-
in your deity there is a kind.
10:00 pm and the memories are wild
Red wine bottles crackle at the corner
four meters away from the fireplace.
You smell like a ghost that
on 14th of November, I wore
The black hoodie imitates my face
the voice of silence lingers
It gushes out of the wardrobe
and I’m a visitor in my own mind
I stray from kindness, and
I stray from pity
There’s a light I’m waiting on
a moment to wait for
The smell of spring may shatter all
So two more leaves to fall, and I’ll
stray no more.
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