(no subject)
I bite my lips and close my eyes,
will you take me to a place,
where dreams, morph into lies.
So I could tell you, I lied to you, and about you,
so many times,
and you'd never really know the reality,
and I'd be cryind, inside my mind,
and I'd be looking for something, I couldn't find,
I'd be trying to touch something intangibal,
be trying to make out the vibrance, in the clear,
but worst of all,
I'd be hoping,
no thinking,
no wishing.... you were here.
