i'd show you
the inside of my mind
if not for the fear that you'd take a
wrong turn;
you'd never remember
how to get back.
think,
my friend,
how disastrously,
marvelously
splendid
it would be to get
lost
in such a place.
you'd reach out to catch a
thought
and it would disappear underneath your
fingertips.
you'd be
all
mine.
Jun 18, 2013
Jun 18, 2013 at 4:34 AM UTC
i'd show you
the inside of my mind
if not for the fear that you'd take a
wrong turn;
you'd never remember
how to get back.
think,
my friend,
how disastrously,
marvelously
splendid
it would be to get
lost
in such a place.
you'd reach out to catch a
thought
and it would disappear underneath your
fingertips.
you'd be
all
mine.
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