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Five  simple words uttered so carelessly out of your  perfect mouth just syllables and letters strewn together You had no idea that those simple, careless, beautiful words were my saving grace I can still recall the way the air felt that evening as the sun tried its hardest to stay in the sky purples, oranges, pinks, blues, and reds it looked like the bruise on my face. I can still hear the ** and the ceremonies playing loud in my ears as the car raced down the stretch of street, the marsh on either side all the windows down, my feet on the dashboard my hand out the window, splintered by the last fragments of light in the sky I can still recall you smiling so sweetly at me as you handed me that thing that not-quite-a-cigarette thing, and me taking a long pull how I got this bruise was long forgotten so was my broken home and heart i smiled right back at you as those perfect lyrics filled my head they were the only things i could focus on after that.
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Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 1:05 PM UTC
"Lets go for a ride"
Five  simple words uttered so carelessly out of your  perfect mouth just syllables and letters strewn together You had no idea that those simple, careless, beautiful words were my saving grace I can still recall the way the air felt that evening as the sun tried its hardest to stay in the sky purples, oranges, pinks, blues, and reds it looked like the bruise on my face. I can still hear the ** and the ceremonies playing loud in my ears as the car raced down the stretch of street, the marsh on either side all the windows down, my feet on the dashboard my hand out the window, splintered by the last fragments of light in the sky I can still recall you smiling so sweetly at me as you handed me that thing that not-quite-a-cigarette thing, and me taking a long pull how I got this bruise was long forgotten so was my broken home and heart i smiled right back at you as those perfect lyrics filled my head they were the only things i could focus on after that.
And the end is unknown But I think I'm ready As long as you're with me Being As in love with you as I am Angels by the **
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Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 1:05 PM UTC
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