| Halucinations |
| It's worse not to be loved, than not to be able to love. I'll never forget how good it felt. To be wrapped in your arms. I'll never forget how bad it felt, to be apart from those arms. The separation made you halucinagenic. It made you see things that were not there. If you'd been with me to see my face, We'd know how much we care. Noone looks into you and sees your depth, I'm discovering layers unknown. What I see is a pleasure to me, to be part of an inaccessable zone. Don't keep me in the dark, don't lock it away. Tell me this in person it'll change what you say. What feels right is the easy route. |