i wish i was in the u.s.
we live for these moments
where time is not too far
ahead or behind,
when we whisper across
w a v e s and p a s t u r e s
that the only place we
see ourselves in five
years is rings and creaky
floors, maybe a cat
(maybe t w o , love)
and an old couch from
a thrift store in
leeds. this is the
time when you sing to
me all the songs we're
now calling "O U R S,"
and we make some kind
of playlist up for the rainy
days when you say you
feel unsettled and grace
is the only thing
holdingyoutogether.
there is comfort in
knowing that our feet
touch the same earth
day after day
step after step,
that we have no choice
but to only keep
going until we are
toe-to-toe,
heart-to-heart.
Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 12:54 AM UTC
i wish i was in the u.s.
we live for these moments
where time is not too far
ahead or behind,
when we whisper across
w a v e s and p a s t u r e s
that the only place we
see ourselves in five
years is rings and creaky
floors, maybe a cat
(maybe t w o , love)
and an old couch from
a thrift store in
leeds. this is the
time when you sing to
me all the songs we're
now calling "O U R S,"
and we make some kind
of playlist up for the rainy
days when you say you
feel unsettled and grace
is the only thing
holdingyoutogether.
there is comfort in
knowing that our feet
touch the same earth
day after day
step after step,
that we have no choice
but to only keep
going until we are
toe-to-toe,
heart-to-heart.
Past Lives -- Børns
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