Lovely unpretentious silhouette
all bruised under dusklight.
You've got a laugh like
Honey-gold
spilling into
cracks in the pavement
*I could walk you back
to the station.*
Don't rush this, fool
Box this ((something)) up in it's
corners.
Keep those
Five centimetres between our fingers.
Inevitable distance.
I'll worship you behind
bulletproof glass.
Not yet, not yet
We love in fractions,
dripping into our hearts until it
spills over.
Dec 10, 2018
Dec 10, 2018 at 4:38 PM UTC
Lovely unpretentious silhouette
all bruised under dusklight.
You've got a laugh like
Honey-gold
spilling into
cracks in the pavement
*I could walk you back
to the station.*
Don't rush this, fool
Box this ((something)) up in it's
corners.
Keep those
Five centimetres between our fingers.
Inevitable distance.
I'll worship you behind
bulletproof glass.
Not yet, not yet
We love in fractions,
dripping into our hearts until it
spills over.
An Ode to the Early Days, when anything seems possible.
Inspiration from Station by Låpsley
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