Ana Pokora

I wouldn't dwell on the past,
unless I wanted you here present.
The past was good.
It was all joy
I was confused, felt like a toy
Mesmerized. 
Spoke enough, then too much,

You live, learn, accept.
Your gone, now back.
Then gone, and back.
Forgive me but you must stay.
I must taste your lips again.
Your the poison that I picked,
I wish to bleed its joyous pain.

To not be sane, or ready.
Would be a great mistake,
Endeavored in your being, I'd
Love to have thee.