God, I love you.
To the Moon and back,
Around the world a million times,
And as deep as the blackest Oceans.
I am so free with you,
That I'm almost afraid to accept this feeling.
I've never met someone,
That is so content to just,
Let me be.
I'm sorry if I don't understand sometimes.
I am foreign to these lands.
Where I come from,
The people are decent and kind.
I couldn't bring myself to believe,
The cruelty that people perform,
In the name of vanity,
Disguised as Love.
What lives do we live,
When little makes sense?
And we expect you to mind read,
Without judging us?
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About the Creator
Camilla Siig
Curiosities: an exploration of the relationship between The World and my Inner World.
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