His name is unknown to me.
His features are as well.
He could be taller than me (I hope)
He could be funnier than me (I hope not).
His hand will wrap around a
ring of eternity. It’s a symbol of love.
Cliché but it’s still something I long for.
However if there isn’t a ring of eternity
involved with many smaller little rings
running about, then I’m not interested.
A family of rings must be involved
When I close my eyes, the dark paradise
of what I’m living has been blown away
like a thick purple heavy fog. He is standing there
however his figure becomes more clear
as I move on in life, searching for him.
Nov 14, 2012
Nov 14, 2012 at 11:20 AM UTC
His name is unknown to me.
His features are as well.
He could be taller than me (I hope)
He could be funnier than me (I hope not).
His hand will wrap around a
ring of eternity. It’s a symbol of love.
Cliché but it’s still something I long for.
However if there isn’t a ring of eternity
involved with many smaller little rings
running about, then I’m not interested.
A family of rings must be involved
When I close my eyes, the dark paradise
of what I’m living has been blown away
like a thick purple heavy fog. He is standing there
however his figure becomes more clear
as I move on in life, searching for him.
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