
Okay
I’m attached to my dreams of this love that I bear
Addicted to longing for what we once shared
Trapped in regrets of what I couldn’t give
Drifting through fantasies, that’s where I live
Our talks, our dances, our kisses, our sex
Your warnings, your mournings so raw and complex
The reasons we’d never be more than a fling
A fabulous, succulent, decadent thing
Wild with a passion alive with desire
So naked and human flaring with fire
No silence, no distance, no rumors can still
A force to the ocean the bleeding is spilled
Onto a garment I pull tightly around me
And wear it as proof that I’ll never be free
Of everything I saw there in your eyes
Hoping you still hear my echoing cries
About the Creator
Gaille Hunter
Gaille "Gypsy Heart" Hunter is a visual artist as well as a singer-songwriter, poet and fashion designer.
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