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
- Author: Pretentious (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: April 2nd, 2018 09:52
- Category: Unclassified
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