*I just want to leave, leave my whole life behind.
Everyone I’ve ever known, hated and love.
Left behind without ever being there.
I want to chase the sun that lies just above the horizon.
The horizon that has always imprisoned me with a ****** life.
I’ve got nothing to show for it except writing these ****** poems about love and life.
The yellow sun is enough of a reason to make any man chase a dream fading from memory.
I want to grasp the sun and let it rest upon my ill woken palms.
I want the warmness of everything that has ever been in my hands.
Has anyone ever touched the sun?
The naturally sweetened honey sun?*
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 1:07 PM UTC
*I just want to leave, leave my whole life behind.
Everyone I’ve ever known, hated and love.
Left behind without ever being there.
I want to chase the sun that lies just above the horizon.
The horizon that has always imprisoned me with a ****** life.
I’ve got nothing to show for it except writing these ****** poems about love and life.
The yellow sun is enough of a reason to make any man chase a dream fading from memory.
I want to grasp the sun and let it rest upon my ill woken palms.
I want the warmness of everything that has ever been in my hands.
Has anyone ever touched the sun?
The naturally sweetened honey sun?*
