03-07-2021, 04:29 AM
Comfort isn't Wrong but Risky
Turn your heart on me,
to or away,
it stays in the same place
there in your desperate chest;
life isn't safe,
the mind is conceptless,
if I fit the mold, I'm happy;
and you, turning away and to,
make the setting sun a certainty.
And the rising a luxury.
Turn your heart on me,
to or away,
it stays in the same place
there in your desperate chest;
life isn't safe,
the mind is conceptless,
if I fit the mold, I'm happy;
and you, turning away and to,
make the setting sun a certainty.
And the rising a luxury.