Greek God

Stop this light from shining, it’s blinding and entwining
my soul with confused twigs and leaves
as the breeze it tries to fall them.

Let this be true, a sonic wave of feeling emits the gut
it turns my mind into lusty smut;
to think this could be nothing.

It’s probably best that you just go, this isn’t me,
this isn’t how it works for me, so,
let me be, I’ll roam alone.

Secretly I need you to love me, so many years,
can’t you see? If not for desperation,
then for a hand that touches me
with a sense of adoration.


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