desire and
affection are
often confused,
one for the other
and so we
chase our shadows,
only to find
we saw what we brought
desire and
affection are
often confused,
one for the other
and so we
chase our shadows,
only to find
we saw what we brought
I bought a belt when I was twenty-three Just plain and black and not too much to see And yet that belt as strange as it might sound Is like a friend who's followed me around Contempt comes from Familiarity? I'd rather say Affection, ratherly And so this belt For which I've no defense I love in ways That make no earthly sense