gray skies are like when we danced to that cello piece on that thursday night. the thursday night where you talked and i talked and neither of us listened because our feet were moving in fast-forward time and in perfect pitch. gray skies are like grey skies but when i say grey it looks sadder and it wasn't a sad moment when we last touched hands.
it was just different.
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 11:41 PM UTC
gray skies are like when we danced to that cello piece on that thursday night. the thursday night where you talked and i talked and neither of us listened because our feet were moving in fast-forward time and in perfect pitch. gray skies are like grey skies but when i say grey it looks sadder and it wasn't a sad moment when we last touched hands.
it was just different.