Hindrance

Should I keep concealing behind morphed words
And leave it to teachers to promote my songs?
Soft light autumn leaves that won’t leave me alone
He thinks he ain’t have them but I’ve been up front

I dodge but he catches me, he keeps catching on
‘Perhaps she just hates me’ he thinks with a shrug
I’m no more than a fleeting flicker on his mind
He’s nothing but everything I wish I didn’t desire

I promised myself not to write him a song
Trust me to keep breaking resolutions gone
Technically, it’s poems, they don’t mean a thing
That I keep repeating so one day I believe

What a coward way for a stealthy outlet
If I keep them in, the words burst into flames
It has been so long since you’ve stepped over hills
It has been a lifetime since I’ve slept on your lips