And I feel this longing
Of past lives
Far off introspective
That seem to glisten like all of the stars in the night
The feeling that I've lived a thousand lives
That I've died in a thousand more
My fingertips hewn across sun scorched skin
Blackened ires and bleach topped irises
Delicately dance in the balance
In these wicked playful dreams
As waves crash and sunsets linger
Where missed keys and snapped strings lull me to melancholy dreams