rings of red rim perfectly gold irises
condemning me to exile in a world of delight
my minds linger in a summer with sticky skin
and adventure calling my name in the night
I lay in my bed, and hear nothing but the sound of cars passing by
you are simply a fantasy, something to think about when I close my eyes
I ache to quell this yearning for expansion;
to drive in your car and see where we go
It won't happen and these dreams are transient
I'm fed up with thinking these thing so please, leave me alone.
Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 5:47 PM UTC
rings of red rim perfectly gold irises
condemning me to exile in a world of delight
my minds linger in a summer with sticky skin
and adventure calling my name in the night
I lay in my bed, and hear nothing but the sound of cars passing by
you are simply a fantasy, something to think about when I close my eyes
I ache to quell this yearning for expansion;
to drive in your car and see where we go
It won't happen and these dreams are transient
I'm fed up with thinking these thing so please, leave me alone.
