in this lonely city
there’s only you darling
round and round,
on the carousel
where’s the end, it’s probably never here.
are we close?
been long, my rose
buried in my heart,
untouched,cold.
still remember me, my foe
an innate feeling, never once gone.
im frustrated
like messiness in my heart
like tangled knots of art
Looking back, I see the kid
That same kid mocking me
‘bet you thought I was kidding’
