sometimes when you fade into the
background of my thoughts (we all know that's not
often) I open my eyes and see the
city street again instead of your running
feet flashing down that hall wrapped in gray
and the stars dim above our ceiling made
of streetlight beams and car exhaust,
twinkling so madly
desperate to be seen.
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 3:04 PM UTC
sometimes when you fade into the
background of my thoughts (we all know that's not
often) I open my eyes and see the
city street again instead of your running
feet flashing down that hall wrapped in gray
and the stars dim above our ceiling made
of streetlight beams and car exhaust,
twinkling so madly
desperate to be seen.
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