There is no chance you could ever love me, for
You're heart is in Rhode Island,
To a golden girl who adored you so,
While I am here in California
Lying to myself;
That if you walked out of my life,
I would not give you second glance,
Or third, or fourth
Because I am better than that.
But I am human; I am weak
These vulnerable words on the tips of tongues
Will execute my pride evermore,
And bring me down once again,
In swirling agony
That I have loved and I have lost
A rosewood carving of solitude;
Misguided by the multitude.
YOU ARE READING
Insanity
De TodoStarted out with some kind of story but ended up just being a bunch of my thoughts
