not of this world
You, the thought of you filling my mind, filling my thoughts
Like an ancient secret that refuses to die.
You, completing my memories, completing my soul
Feeding me with the fire that you carry through the ages.
You, a beautiful, singing lark
Flying gracefully across an ocean of skies
You, carrying the torch of familiarity
Offering comfort and seeking approval.
You, callously tossed me aside
Only to forget and gather me back in your arms.
You,
My rogue.
My pirate.
My prince.
You, make me crave, make me obsess.