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The story of Billy
Billy from Belfast.
Oh, I wish I could explain what you did to me..
I close my eyes and I can still see us there,
on your tiny balcony.
The silence of our dreams covered by a voice that sings about an unknown future.
The sun dancing on the rooftops.
You are me and I am you, a soul connection out of this world..
A silent minute for our fallen hero, Chester Bennington.
A cheer with Stella.
Tired legs running, empty streets.
Our laughter echoes, a dead bar street.
A lost phone, a search for an open supermarket.
An empty beach, no life guards on duty.
My head on your chest, shared chemistry.
Your lips on my forehead..
Oh, how the morning sun hit your face.
I wish you'd realise how beautiful you are..
I take a sip of your ****** drink, I smile and take your hand.
Sticky salty skin, the heat of the rising sun.
Sand in my cup, I see you watching the horizon.
I look at you and I wonder..
Can I have you?
...Billy from Belfast.
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