Tango

To have an open mind,
Is to have an open soul.
An open heart.

I'm a gypsy,
Traveling barefoot, on long, rocky roads.
But you pull me in.
My feet grow sore, and my muscles ache,
But you are my sin.

I long to float on the wings of the wind.
You pull me close,
I pull you in.

A tug of war, with this muscle in my chest,
And this fucked up thing in my head.
I search for my zen.

Conquered it becomes,
For a day, a week, a month...
But then I fall weak.
You pull me in,
Chew me up.
Spit me out.
But babe, I love the sick way we tango.