Four miles from the end of the earth is where my joy lies
It’s so out of reach 
I can’t fall from the edge of this sphere 
But when I die you’ll meet me there
If I choose to die it will be quiet 
If I choose to live it will be miserable 
But if I choose to love it will be painful 
I am present in your presence 
Less than without you 
I mentioned my joy being elusive 
But with you it gets closer and more tangible 
I will not cry because you love me baby 
But I will mourn if you ever leave me 
And only time or death with heal me then
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- Published: April 2nd, 2018 09:52
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