You Don’t Know Me

โ€Ž… if you had only listened: 

you’d remember what I hold dear,

holding dear more than a Christian share;

and no! my name is not dear.

Look but don’t lust,

when you stare you need to see,

less you waste precious time.

Love desires no pain,

but the agony of distance,

and sorrow of hands tied.

Light has always had a darker side,

even then the shadow only wishes,

to be brighter than the ones before him.

…do you still fumble with my name?

Are you still in love with my myth;

far off from the passport of my mind,

seduced by the nature of our moments?

I am, grateful for every spark,

and thankful for the push,

and each breath,


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