I gave birth to an idea
the hint was to abort it
instead I cared for it
I only prayed that it'd be worth it.
years passed and questions ensued
always away...or on the side of blues
wandering this century
in search of hope & memories/
nose goes on pirate missions
this putrid symmetry.
I'm halfheartedly searching for the turth
but the truth is,my heart has held strong
and now Im hardheartedly searching for you
north west,north west,north west
mouth full of gold dublooms
these finger tips are my only ways of reaching you
but Id never let you know
WHO
truths...they come in many forms
several sizes
my eyes have eyes
and my soul shines diamonds.
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