The Possibilities - MICAH P. HINSON

The possibilities are endless now,

the forecast not so good

for me now.

When you turned away

we tore apart.

Finding no better way

nor time this far, for us now.

Complete with all your misunderstandings

can barely rise to stay,

to see you now.

The consecuences are endless now.

The stream of thoughts that don’t make it out

for you now.

When you turned away,

you didn’t tore apart.

Finding no better way

nor time this far, for us now.

Complete with all your misunderstandings

can barely rise to stay,

to kill you now.

To kill you now.