Those words are on the tips of my tongue
As most anything to describe you would be
And I promise you,
That's fantastic.
As my inked fingers tap impatiently I cant help but let my mind wander
Without a doubt possibly one of my great flaws
To imagine the possible and impossible
And be unable to distinguish between
So comes the insufferable decision
To trust or not?
You've given me no reason not to, and yet-
-it would seem that proves so little, as many would attest
The day after all I wanted was more
But five after- my mind was faltering on corruption
Perhaps I'm not as sane as I let on
And I wonder why I cant be the cool kind of insane that you seem to be















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