One insane, and two to be
I love you on this road
And the one next to me
Hand in hand, reaching out
Just a gentle touch, two tips to brush,
Will we ever meet, I wonder
Wearer with no questions to ask,
Three spins, yours, mine, and once a thought
Surely this is more than that
All textures are laid out of me
Cold veil of shame and a fear of losing you
For once to make a decisive look
Receiving and ending, you, a ghostly you
Vacillating soul of no ponder
Leaves a floating trail and others to wonder.
Mar 21, 2021
Mar 21, 2021 at 10:09 AM UTC
One insane, and two to be
I love you on this road
And the one next to me
Hand in hand, reaching out
Just a gentle touch, two tips to brush,
Will we ever meet, I wonder
Wearer with no questions to ask,
Three spins, yours, mine, and once a thought
Surely this is more than that
All textures are laid out of me
Cold veil of shame and a fear of losing you
For once to make a decisive look
Receiving and ending, you, a ghostly you
Vacillating soul of no ponder
Leaves a floating trail and others to wonder.