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I’m in love with the memory of you. We tap dance on the neural connections that connect my brain, to my soul. Tapity- tap- tap. But only on those hot summer nights. You kisses taste like moonshine and your arms in mine, make music. Tapity-tap-tap. I fell for you where brown eyes met blue. Where first date dinners met third date kisses. Where camouflage and bullets met pearls and lipstick. Where moon-lit dances met tear stained airports. And where friendly fire, met you. I got that tapity-tap-tap on my door, I fell to the floor and now here I am, tapity-tap-tapin’ my shoes tryin’ to get back to you. But death marches to its own beat, tapity-tap-tap If there is reincarnation, I’m jealous other people get to have you in their lives, and I don’t anymore. My heartbeat echoes, tapity… tap… …tap. Tapity…. tap… tap.
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Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 12:43 AM UTC
The Story of Us (A work in progress)
I’m in love with the memory of you. We tap dance on the neural connections that connect my brain, to my soul. Tapity- tap- tap. But only on those hot summer nights. You kisses taste like moonshine and your arms in mine, make music. Tapity-tap-tap. I fell for you where brown eyes met blue. Where first date dinners met third date kisses. Where camouflage and bullets met pearls and lipstick. Where moon-lit dances met tear stained airports. And where friendly fire, met you. I got that tapity-tap-tap on my door, I fell to the floor and now here I am, tapity-tap-tapin’ my shoes tryin’ to get back to you. But death marches to its own beat, tapity-tap-tap If there is reincarnation, I’m jealous other people get to have you in their lives, and I don’t anymore. My heartbeat echoes, tapity… tap… …tap. Tapity…. tap… tap.
welp this is something different so woo
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megan-8
Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 12:43 AM UTC
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