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I swear I've never seen eyes that color. I sway and buckle over open lids. A rush of the sea in the dead of summer, Casting out pale white ships. And as the sea creates the wind, And the wind moves the sea, I'm chasing after you and, You're chasing after me But we pass, Like comets come forth. The past, Isn't what it's worth. For every drunken letter, Spell out words that wouldn't let her if she could. I swear I've never seen a smile so wide. I fall into, and can't get out. If I sleep, I dream, and try not to think. But I'll never forget about, The days in summer spent breaking off ties, Half spoken truths and half truthful lies. We stay Tangled in this web we wove. Create These feelings that have grown. Answers under the sheets, But we try not to make it cheap as we fall asleep at last. I swear I've never felt a thing like this. The tides have turned and I'm carried away. The notion resounds till I'm heart-ward bound, And nothing is ever okay. Or at least not the way I planned it.
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Dec 11, 2013
Dec 11, 2013 at 11:45 PM UTC
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I swear I've never seen eyes that color. I sway and buckle over open lids. A rush of the sea in the dead of summer, Casting out pale white ships. And as the sea creates the wind, And the wind moves the sea, I'm chasing after you and, You're chasing after me But we pass, Like comets come forth. The past, Isn't what it's worth. For every drunken letter, Spell out words that wouldn't let her if she could. I swear I've never seen a smile so wide. I fall into, and can't get out. If I sleep, I dream, and try not to think. But I'll never forget about, The days in summer spent breaking off ties, Half spoken truths and half truthful lies. We stay Tangled in this web we wove. Create These feelings that have grown. Answers under the sheets, But we try not to make it cheap as we fall asleep at last. I swear I've never felt a thing like this. The tides have turned and I'm carried away. The notion resounds till I'm heart-ward bound, And nothing is ever okay. Or at least not the way I planned it.
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Dec 11, 2013
Dec 11, 2013 at 11:45 PM UTC
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