One Track Mind

The unruly escapade intertwines us both in a loop with no exit door

A mind of its own does not quite seem selfsame without the image of you as the core.

A doubtful type of love that leaves you expecting nothing but selfishly always wanting everything

The feeling too unique to epithet, it is impossible to convey the type of merriment you bring.

I fall short to discover a happy ending in this senseless hole I have been digging,

I have yet to discover worth on the art I have been bidding.

I yearn for the right timing as we both know this exact time is not it

I pray for the future, for we both know abysmally we're unfit.