Out Of My Reach

Springtime

Pierre-Auguste Cot, 1873

I’ve been with you for all the wrong reasons

That’s why I smoke away my life

Tangled in your thistles and thorns

I was a fool; I didn’t know what to do

You were meant for me to keep

Long ago, we parted ways

Separated like starry nights and sunny days

I made my way through the east

On cursed grounds

When you disappeared like a hazy dream

I’m burning herb in the morning mist

Like dew is to a thirsty Earth

In search of a sign of relief

You watched me dirty up my hands

When gang rivalries grew intense

I’m looking for the gathering clouds

Waiting for the rainy season

I’m waiting for a change

Because I took you for granted

That’s why I feel so hopeless

I feel trapped

Like a reflection in your eyes

You’re beautiful, like the evening sky

And out of my reach

You’re fair and pleasant to my sight

Let me dress and wrap you in my coat

I’m here to keep you safe

From all the snakes

Looking to devour another soul

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