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Apr 04, 2010 03:56

I found this on one of my friend's profile boxes and it really struck a chord in me. This is how I have felt at times when I am not ok. When i am angry, lonely, scared, or have just suffered through an injustice by their hands. yah, don't i want to sequester myself so far away that you can never find me again? It is my bone of contentment And yet, these words also really frighten me because I want you to see me, to free me, to know me, to come to me, to hear me, to steer me, to undo me, to be your gin, because thats how much I love you.

Im the world youll never see
Im the slave youll never free
Im the truth youll never know
Im the place youll never go
Im the sound youll never hear
Im the course youll never steer
Im the will youll not destroy
Im the gin in the gin-soaked boy
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