I am paranoid, bound with fear,
Distraught at the idea of losing everyone I keep near.
My love is sad.
I write about it with ****** hands.
And I am mad,
Twisted and controlled by dreams of promised lands.
All love is sad.
Left behind like footprints in the sand.
Who's to say it's not so bad?
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 9:35 PM UTC
I am paranoid, bound with fear,
Distraught at the idea of losing everyone I keep near.
My love is sad.
I write about it with ****** hands.
And I am mad,
Twisted and controlled by dreams of promised lands.
All love is sad.
Left behind like footprints in the sand.
Who's to say it's not so bad?
