You say, you move.
We do, till your heart's content.
And how naive, so easy to deceive.
When you want to believe.
My head is filling up with air, I'm almost there.
You say, you move.
We do, till your heart's content.
Yet it never is.
You sip, while we're drowning in our pit.
The madness never ends.
I will not shed another tear, I'm hardly here.
YOU ARE READING
Whatever U Need Cyn.
PoetrySomewhere, somehow. A girl, will chose to end herself. Upon silly and useless wishes Stupid intentions. My feet don't know gravity, I'm floating :):
