Always this, but never that.
Comparisons made at.
It'll never overlap,
An eternal void, infinite gap.
Whatever gold I have,
Falls short of what I want.
Am I ungrateful or what?
I just want this to shut.
An innocent question, I have
I wonder if a time has passed,
If in your mind you had,
An idea of me that dashed.
I guess I'll never stop,
Having your thoughts inside.
To empty faith, I'll hop,
Lose myself, lose my guide.
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 11:34 AM UTC
Always this, but never that.
Comparisons made at.
It'll never overlap,
An eternal void, infinite gap.
Whatever gold I have,
Falls short of what I want.
Am I ungrateful or what?
I just want this to shut.
An innocent question, I have
I wonder if a time has passed,
If in your mind you had,
An idea of me that dashed.
I guess I'll never stop,
Having your thoughts inside.
To empty faith, I'll hop,
Lose myself, lose my guide.
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