At the end will be all of me
Made of romance, you'll feel it when you read my soliloquy
Never lost even when my timing is not lauded in tranquility
I wish at times I lacked this self-made case of anonymity
A wish, a want, a will to make the best of each opportunity
You dance around in my head, owning deed to this facility
If I can't be near you, I'd rather be in hell repeatedly thinking of only you; for all of eternity
That's all you get to go on, dream a dream of our life story, waiting at the end will be all of me.
Copyright © Anonomus Scorpio | Year Posted 2024
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