Things move without question,
Our minds,
Left in suspension of a disbelief,
That one night could possibly save us,
When we never stop to look at the one night that made us.
A dream turned reality,
We bought our souls back,
Brought back a well timed wish,
Told that in the sea there are plenty of fish,
Yet, I caught you.
In an effort to remember,
We turned each minute into a spectacle,
And slowly, the spectacular became the mundane?
Will we last through the winter?
I can't remember the fall.
I feel like the summer yielded to the touch of our bodies,
A soft dew like layer stopped us from intertwining.
You never felt me,
You only felt my insecurity.
Its too late.
Follow in my lead and we'll watch the rain fall and cover our tracks.
We'll bury this love under 6 feet and 6 years.
This night won't change anything.
This night changes everything.
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 5:23 PM UTC
Things move without question,
Our minds,
Left in suspension of a disbelief,
That one night could possibly save us,
When we never stop to look at the one night that made us.
A dream turned reality,
We bought our souls back,
Brought back a well timed wish,
Told that in the sea there are plenty of fish,
Yet, I caught you.
In an effort to remember,
We turned each minute into a spectacle,
And slowly, the spectacular became the mundane?
Will we last through the winter?
I can't remember the fall.
I feel like the summer yielded to the touch of our bodies,
A soft dew like layer stopped us from intertwining.
You never felt me,
You only felt my insecurity.
Its too late.
Follow in my lead and we'll watch the rain fall and cover our tracks.
We'll bury this love under 6 feet and 6 years.
This night won't change anything.
This night changes everything.
Part of my new book coming out in August.
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