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We drove by moonlight last night. The dirt road was our bright future. I stared into my eyes through yours And felt your lips like wind upon my neck. We stumbled upon a natural pool bound by trees. Ripples of concord churned water the color of innocence. We looked upon one another, shameless as devotion itself And as we swam, our imperfections dissolved and drowned The crisp cool air beautifully contrasted The heated humming of our hearts The great space between us fell apart And we knew more of love than Aphrodite in all her days I held you, and you grabbed my hand The stillness moved us and in that moment, As we succumbed to sleep, our silence spoke over all words, which could never truly epitomize our love. And when we woke up we were two thousand miles apart, As I drove down the dirt road I saw last night The sun burned my neck. The pool where we swam was as long gone as my opportunity to tell you how I feel.
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Jul 20, 2011
Jul 20, 2011 at 7:31 AM UTC
We drove by moonlight last night.
We drove by moonlight last night. The dirt road was our bright future. I stared into my eyes through yours And felt your lips like wind upon my neck. We stumbled upon a natural pool bound by trees. Ripples of concord churned water the color of innocence. We looked upon one another, shameless as devotion itself And as we swam, our imperfections dissolved and drowned The crisp cool air beautifully contrasted The heated humming of our hearts The great space between us fell apart And we knew more of love than Aphrodite in all her days I held you, and you grabbed my hand The stillness moved us and in that moment, As we succumbed to sleep, our silence spoke over all words, which could never truly epitomize our love. And when we woke up we were two thousand miles apart, As I drove down the dirt road I saw last night The sun burned my neck. The pool where we swam was as long gone as my opportunity to tell you how I feel.
It could use revision. Let me know what you think.
brett-shearer
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Jul 20, 2011
Jul 20, 2011 at 7:31 AM UTC
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