Oh, Torpedo,
it just ain't the same!
Since you've been gone
it's like I've been in restraints
Just a frustrated Pit Bull
yanking at his chain
Determined to break free
So I can gallop at least
Fifty miles past insane...
Maybe I'll see you when I get there,
and you'll be crazy enough to love me back
Like you always did
but, we were both too scared to act
Or, maybe that's not it at all
Perhaps the story is even more tragic
Could it be that I'd been victimized
by a most nefarious magic?
The type that tricks your heart
into believing it belongs,
That it has a place,
and has found it?
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 8:18 PM UTC
Oh, Torpedo,
it just ain't the same!
Since you've been gone
it's like I've been in restraints
Just a frustrated Pit Bull
yanking at his chain
Determined to break free
So I can gallop at least
Fifty miles past insane...
Maybe I'll see you when I get there,
and you'll be crazy enough to love me back
Like you always did
but, we were both too scared to act
Or, maybe that's not it at all
Perhaps the story is even more tragic
Could it be that I'd been victimized
by a most nefarious magic?
The type that tricks your heart
into believing it belongs,
That it has a place,
and has found it?
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