An infatuation with the imagination
It's an ******** high.
It is my gate to freedom.
It is my vision without sight.
There are no pearly gates,
but it's the closest I can get to paradise.
I'm trapped in the hellish delusions of my mind,
but if my write is wrong
I wouldn't dare be right.
Infatuation with the imagination
This is were things get wild
let us not be confined
No, never a caged mind
This *** is too good
Like no other
Truly one of a kind
I can caress the sun
And make love to the stars
No thought is ever too far
No high that is higher
Trapped in a paradise of pure desire
My mind
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 12:55 AM UTC
An infatuation with the imagination
It's an ******** high.
It is my gate to freedom.
It is my vision without sight.
There are no pearly gates,
but it's the closest I can get to paradise.
I'm trapped in the hellish delusions of my mind,
but if my write is wrong
I wouldn't dare be right.
Infatuation with the imagination
This is were things get wild
let us not be confined
No, never a caged mind
This *** is too good
Like no other
Truly one of a kind
I can caress the sun
And make love to the stars
No thought is ever too far
No high that is higher
Trapped in a paradise of pure desire
My mind
This is me expressing how I feel about poetry in my own weird messed way. XD
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