Waste time with me
just for a little longer
and we can finally be free.
Free from the rushing lights,
free from the starless nights,
free like stringless kites
soaring through the vast skies.
Sundays will come
no matter what,
yet let's see if we can
last just a bit longer
and maybe touch me
just one more time
until the long wait
between now
and next Friday.
Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 10:13 PM UTC
Waste time with me
just for a little longer
and we can finally be free.
Free from the rushing lights,
free from the starless nights,
free like stringless kites
soaring through the vast skies.
Sundays will come
no matter what,
yet let's see if we can
last just a bit longer
and maybe touch me
just one more time
until the long wait
between now
and next Friday.
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