Can I fold your clothes?
Like I fold my opinion
Into smaller and smaller
Fragments of thought.
Can I hold your hand?
Without you sinking
In quicksand.
Left with noughts
No crosses, no kisses?
I'd thank God but he left me
But if not, only to test me.
And I can't find myself.
I can't deduce the deluded
Chaos of this Labryinth.
But I can try,
Die.
Fail or fly.
Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 3:56 AM UTC
Can I fold your clothes?
Like I fold my opinion
Into smaller and smaller
Fragments of thought.
Can I hold your hand?
Without you sinking
In quicksand.
Left with noughts
No crosses, no kisses?
I'd thank God but he left me
But if not, only to test me.
And I can't find myself.
I can't deduce the deluded
Chaos of this Labryinth.
But I can try,
Die.
Fail or fly.
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