These Days

These days
I cannot be around you. Wasted
I cannot talk about you

They say
You aren't allowed to be aware
A simple thought
A note, a word, a prayer
Should never be - it's all for me

And I'm walking home
Envisioning another city
Where no one needs me - reclusive and withdrawn
It'll never be a sacred place
Be a sacred place until we
Live beneath palm trees that don't belong



Credits
Writer(s): Amerah Ames
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