The thought of you
An uncertain utopia
Shaky and tense
To me makes little sense
The way you look at me
I come undone upon the seems
Holding and gripping
To keep my sanity is crippling
You say you can love me from a distance
But take this for instance
If I said good riddance
Would you see me as the menace?
Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 1:17 PM UTC
The thought of you
An uncertain utopia
Shaky and tense
To me makes little sense
The way you look at me
I come undone upon the seems
Holding and gripping
To keep my sanity is crippling
You say you can love me from a distance
But take this for instance
If I said good riddance
Would you see me as the menace?
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