Persistent Truth
Persistent Truth
Auburn I miss
A starvation of flames
Burns inside my eyes
Conflagration of ever present kiss
Soaks the emptiness
Saturates my veins inferno desire
Pounding pestle to mysteries mortar
In my blood
Auburn I miss
The contours of your skin
Traced upon the desperateness within
Sensual vibrato of your calling
Leaves me in an orchestral voice
Of longing
Auburn I miss
Though recognition is the grip
Which binds onto my heart
It beats every second of my life
Reminding me
I remember you
Your pull inside my soul
By the magnetism of you
My compass is always drawn
I know my place
I see
In the mirror of your face
My own
Auburn I miss
But to you is, whatever path will lead
No matter how lost
The compass of my soul
Always points the way home
A starvation of flames
Burns inside my veins
Combustion of an ever-present kiss
Soaks through the distances
Saturates my eyes with its inferno of desire
Pounding pestle to instincts mortar
In my blood
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