Midas turned what he loved to gold
I wish I could do the same
Instead my touch brings destruction
No matter what I hold
I find it always ends the same
Lovers, friends, any other
My destruction knows no bounds
I often wonder, did Midas feel this way?
Jun 23, 2022
Jun 23, 2022 at 10:12 PM UTC
Midas turned what he loved to gold
I wish I could do the same
Instead my touch brings destruction
No matter what I hold
I find it always ends the same
Lovers, friends, any other
My destruction knows no bounds
I often wonder, did Midas feel this way?
