Fast forward five years
In the middle of chaos
Attachments
Responsibilities
The grass is greener
But the bridge is an illusion
But oh! How I wish
To stay awhile
Push the limits of these
Constraints
Bending, bending, bending
Until the point of
Break
I have never felt more whole
Than being bent in two!
How I love, love, love,
Touching
Seeing
Pretending
Forgetting
Exactly where that hazy line
Lies – certainly
Not between us
Jun 21, 2011
Jun 21, 2011 at 6:25 PM UTC
Fast forward five years
In the middle of chaos
Attachments
Responsibilities
The grass is greener
But the bridge is an illusion
But oh! How I wish
To stay awhile
Push the limits of these
Constraints
Bending, bending, bending
Until the point of
Break
I have never felt more whole
Than being bent in two!
How I love, love, love,
Touching
Seeing
Pretending
Forgetting
Exactly where that hazy line
Lies – certainly
Not between us
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