Forlorn - Syn and An.

Apr 22, 2013 23:04

For it is a tragic fate that holds us, unable to escape
The more I go, the less I want to be
With every smile and laugh I falsely grow
Only wishing the opposed
Trapped

Though, truly I am far more free than ever
An option of evasion is always mine
I feel I am looped on you.
Only wishing
Riding the wind.
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