all of these corridors lead to my heart
the way that all the old roads lead to Rome.
all of these corridors are verdant
with graffiti of things i imagine you might have said to me
if this were a different timeline where our fatestrings intertwined
for longer than that one school year.
i think, these walls won't ever be red again
and i know they won't be
because these are the dreams i entice towards Rome
and to preserve my dreams I keep them airtight
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 7:21 PM UTC
all of these corridors lead to my heart
the way that all the old roads lead to Rome.
all of these corridors are verdant
with graffiti of things i imagine you might have said to me
if this were a different timeline where our fatestrings intertwined
for longer than that one school year.
i think, these walls won't ever be red again
and i know they won't be
because these are the dreams i entice towards Rome
and to preserve my dreams I keep them airtight
but they cannot breathe
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