I drive down your street and suddenly I remember-
your eyes devouring the pages of a novel,
your fingers tapping a nervous rhythm,
your lips pulled tight in a too-wide grin.
Love isn't real,
but memories are,
and they bring shaking hands here,
honest hearts scribbling hopeful realities.
"Would you like to fake love with me?"
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 2:03 PM UTC
I drive down your street and suddenly I remember-
your eyes devouring the pages of a novel,
your fingers tapping a nervous rhythm,
your lips pulled tight in a too-wide grin.
Love isn't real,
but memories are,
and they bring shaking hands here,
honest hearts scribbling hopeful realities.
"Would you like to fake love with me?"
