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Each rain drop seems to burn my skin as it lands It wouldn't be the same if it didn't. You see, I listen to indie music just to cheer me up, because each note played resembles a minor Though, the rhythm of my soul was a minor part of yours Unsuitable; like the jeans that covers my chilled skin in the summer your presence collided with mine like fireflies. Bright enough to blind me from beauty, you stole the integrity right from the words that slide through my teeth; left me in the midsummer euphoria but was striped enough to not see whats beneath Not too sure if it's your words that left marks; must have been that bite of your psyches shark. Hot sand that seems to burn my feet but still I stand in the residual heat because there I know my pain is real; not some story my heart tries to feel Now that the night approaches, I hold my breath just so I can deal with the complications I see starting to peel off your jacket and into the sand; so others can see the troubles we left abandoned
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Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 5:50 PM UTC
Summertime Sadness
Each rain drop seems to burn my skin as it lands It wouldn't be the same if it didn't. You see, I listen to indie music just to cheer me up, because each note played resembles a minor Though, the rhythm of my soul was a minor part of yours Unsuitable; like the jeans that covers my chilled skin in the summer your presence collided with mine like fireflies. Bright enough to blind me from beauty, you stole the integrity right from the words that slide through my teeth; left me in the midsummer euphoria but was striped enough to not see whats beneath Not too sure if it's your words that left marks; must have been that bite of your psyches shark. Hot sand that seems to burn my feet but still I stand in the residual heat because there I know my pain is real; not some story my heart tries to feel Now that the night approaches, I hold my breath just so I can deal with the complications I see starting to peel off your jacket and into the sand; so others can see the troubles we left abandoned
kaleb-vernon
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Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 5:50 PM UTC
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