Your House In The Woods


Never been afraid to 

let the child run free

Into the wild

Led astray to places

Only to leave again

Always taking chances

Burnt out by desire

In and out of darkness

Hiding in plain sight.


Life stood still when I 

Saw you in these woods

Chasing the same light


And I knew I had to,

I had to get this close

And now I want to,

I want to get all lost

And wander until I am

Standing at your door

Contemplating your garden

Hoping to stumble 

Upon the right words 

Thinking what’d happen

If I make it past this door

No looking through the keyhole

I know it’s you

Holding out

Knowing.


If you ever call my name

I’ll come running

To your house in the woods



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