how does it feel to be the king of my world?
tell me of your dreams
are you stuck inside a worlds of somebodys?
or do you even know
what do you hear when you close your eyes?
could I ask more?
of you, my dear, there is only one
single never felt so old
in being between two open doors
carelessness could be observed
but eyes of one will carry me on
my eyes for one will carry me forward
in what seems like a helpless many
I catch the gaze awaited
irises of golden brown hit like lead on concrete
sure not of any
only emotions drive him wild
and in this wolrd of helpless noones
Love will find his way.
About Me
- Emkay
- "You and I have a special talent, and I saw it immediately" "Tell me." "We're the substitute people." "The substitute people" "I've been the substitute person my whole life. I'm not an Ellen. I never wanted to be an Ellen; and I'm not a Cindy, either, although Chucks love me." "I'm sure they do." "I like being alone too much." "I mean, I'm with a guy who's married to his academic career. I rarely see him, and I'm the substitute person there. I like it that way. It's a lot less pressure." -Elizabethtown
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