I want to hate
I want to love
I want to be loved,
I want to be free.

I'm torned, but I know.
The quickest path
is the middle,
close my eyes,
enshrine the past,
with a smile
like dried flower
with beauty
but without scent

A very gentle holding
without pain or lust
just this
a gentle memory

It was only a dream

I pull the priestess
she hold the knowledge
with a key, locked away
She holds my life
in her hand

I loved
someone she wasn't
I miss
someone from my dreams

Who is she?