Legs intertwined.
Hands
attempting to further the points we were trying to make.
Our faces were close
but something was closer.
We were picking out lights from the sky.
We turned them into words that had never passed out lips.
We were somethings
in a world of nothings.
He had really nice hair.
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 2:17 AM UTC
Legs intertwined.
Hands
attempting to further the points we were trying to make.
Our faces were close
but something was closer.
We were picking out lights from the sky.
We turned them into words that had never passed out lips.
We were somethings
in a world of nothings.
He had really nice hair.
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