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Sep 2013
Roads are running away, they refuse to be my path.
The grass is dead on the ones I meant to take,
What beauty is gone, forever on another universe?
Our paths cross by accident, and I will apologize.
We will never meet again,
I know our strings will be cut.
High above the world is where we belong.
Little time, little anchorage.
I’m sinking so far, just like you said I would.
All I really wanted,
Was your arms around me
Lips to my forehead
You humming softly
My throat running dry
And I can barely swallow


But a smile shines on my chapped lips
I lose my breath, and my heart
It goes out of its usual beat.
And you
you
Pull me closer
My hands grab to your arm
So they stay in place
Please
Don’t let go
Because if you do,
The roads will push me away
Don’t you know?
There’s a casket waiting for me that I want to avoid
You’re my reason to stay,
But you’re slipping away
it's ok
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