04.26.17 | 12:55 AM
I hope it's me
Who keeps roaming your mind
In moments of haste
When urgency resides
I hope it's me
Who makes you confused
When slight touches cause secret wonders
When disasters suddenly feel good
We had fun
Yeah, we can shine brighter than the sun
But the sun can burn, and so can we
How much more when we collide?
That's why we must keep ourselves
On the opposite sides
Before we destroy everything
Keep the distance wide
Ahead each of us, a new path lies
A novel hope of light, a less dangerous sight
YOU ARE READING
The Ex-Convict's Tales
PoetryBlue Jail, the light before and after the dark house. Doors locked, tongues tied, yet I never felt this alive.
