What if I told you I dreamed too high,
But you always wanted me low?
My head clearly belongs in the clouds
While your face is upside down, in the ground.
My feet on the very edge of the chair.
Too busy in my fabricated daydreams, unaware.
Do I miss you? Not really.
Thanks for all the times you treated me painfully.
If only you could see me now,
I could take you to those clouds.
But I know one day you’ll visit me
Bothered by the disgusting feelings.
I loved when your hands were on me,
But now all I feel is the weight of rope tightening.
Aug 18, 2025
Aug 18, 2025 at 8:40 AM UTC
What if I told you I dreamed too high,
But you always wanted me low?
My head clearly belongs in the clouds
While your face is upside down, in the ground.
My feet on the very edge of the chair.
Too busy in my fabricated daydreams, unaware.
Do I miss you? Not really.
Thanks for all the times you treated me painfully.
If only you could see me now,
I could take you to those clouds.
But I know one day you’ll visit me
Bothered by the disgusting feelings.
I loved when your hands were on me,
But now all I feel is the weight of rope tightening.
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