Dec 2017
lost in my trap of idealism, i
can’t stop looking at you, i
run my eyes down your body
sting of longing rakes through my bones
you will never be mine
you will never be more than a fantasy
can’t stop looking at you, i
run my eyes down your body
sting of longing rakes through my bones
you will never be mine
you will never be more than a fantasy
This is a simple free verse about where I'm at right now: I wonder if others can relate.
