do you remember when
all that mattered was
holding his hand
like the smell of the sun
on his sunburnt skin
laying on the sun-set sand
do you remember when
the only song you know
was his second name
and the only dance
that your feet understand
is a step with his toes
can you take me back
when the lamposts died
the other night
and i'll ask myself
why the sun shines
only on the two of you
take me back to sun screened streets
where all that mattered was
our touching feet
Jun 9, 2019
Jun 9, 2019 at 3:09 AM UTC
do you remember when
all that mattered was
holding his hand
like the smell of the sun
on his sunburnt skin
laying on the sun-set sand
do you remember when
the only song you know
was his second name
and the only dance
that your feet understand
is a step with his toes
can you take me back
when the lamposts died
the other night
and i'll ask myself
why the sun shines
only on the two of you
take me back to sun screened streets
where all that mattered was
our touching feet
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