Friday, ‎June ‎13, ‎2014

My, my and mine, floating beneath my eyes
Eye, eye and eyes, soaked underneath soaring lies
Tip of the tongue, on top of everyone, she
Drifting and driving, drowning my sun
Why sympathy, your comfort should pity me
And your sentiments are savaged colourblind
You should see, you should now feel incomplete
No flames I could burn, no rain I could shelter here
In Questions of the one, one on no return
They say, nothing to be ever yearned if it is gone
And I would never say, they have never earned
To classify the discern of the last song and the favorite one


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