Jun 2
In every gesture, repost, or rhyme
The universe sends me conflicting signs
I try to avoid them but I have been chosen,
To search for a meaning till my heart is broken.
The universe sends me conflicting signs
I try to avoid them but I have been chosen,
To search for a meaning till my heart is broken.
Sometimes I think I’d rather gouge out my eyes,
maybe then my heart would stop searching
for signs it was never meant to find.
maybe then my heart would stop searching
for signs it was never meant to find.
