If you ask if I want more, I’d so comfess
Laying at the tip of the dead end
Before you I would bend
Standing beside a myriad of thoughts
Calm like a hurricane
My throat feels like it’s full of knots,
For every thought does still remain.
Closing down my eyes
I travel through the skies
Sitting beside you
A thousand miles apart
When you come into view
Wish you’d never depart...
