You've clouded my mind
for the first time, in a long time.
I'm falling apart
picking up the pieces of my broken heart.
Never again will I open up
my soul to such terrible luck,
for a man as perfect and as blind.
You hold my essence in this tight bind.
I can see your lovely face.
I can hear your swimming voice.
I can remember ever place.
I can feel my fleeting choice.
Do you ever run out of space
for another tally mark?
Or is it a treasure case
for necklaces on your guitar?
Oct 27, 2017
Oct 27, 2017 at 1:53 AM UTC
You've clouded my mind
for the first time, in a long time.
I'm falling apart
picking up the pieces of my broken heart.
Never again will I open up
my soul to such terrible luck,
for a man as perfect and as blind.
You hold my essence in this tight bind.
I can see your lovely face.
I can hear your swimming voice.
I can remember ever place.
I can feel my fleeting choice.
Do you ever run out of space
for another tally mark?
Or is it a treasure case
for necklaces on your guitar?
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