Too long, too long
I’ve been too proud
to belong
To let myself lay open
and love
to open myself to love
and follow the flow
But the power lines crackle overhead
as we walk below
I reach my fingers for yours
feel the sparks fly
the way they always have
Too long, too long
I’ve been too scared
to belong to one
Too envious
too greedy
to let myself just love
chase the current
But the power lines crackling overhead
told of the same story
I reach my hand towards yours
feel the sparks fly
the way they’ve always done
I can’t hide from the obvious
from the most fulfilling dream
I’ve been pretending was not mine
was not my desire
all this time
how I strove to deny my love
so foolishly
The power lines crackle overhead
it’s no shock to me at all
You reach for my hand and hold it
we feel the sparks fly
the way they always should
the way they always will…
[2019]
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Note: Written into my phone in a tent at Glastonbury music festival in June 2019.
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