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and now we’re standing in a dark room full 
of colors and we left our morals in the bowl 
with our only means of leaving. we started 
 singing lyrics to songs we didn’t know,
 but we got lost in the beat so nothing 
else really mattered; we became our own beat 
and you couldn’t help but smile at my 
mistakes because i laughed at yours. 
and when you leave, you couldn’t help
 but care for my safety and i couldn’t  
even make you smile but mine was sufficient 
enough. i can give you heaven, darling. 
and it’s just so hard to think when my brain 
is full of making pictures about how the sky
 would look in your eyes 
and how the ocean smells
 on your breathe and how the sun looks 
 when it alters your hair. tell me
 when it’s appropriate that i hold your skin
 without wandering wallowing away with 
nowhere to head but the top of mine.
 play with my words and pick out each syllable 
you hate and throw it in the ocean, i need to 
hear the waves speak to me at least once.
 hold on to my memories because 
i want your dna on them, i want to know what it 
feels like to intertwine you within my brain.
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May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 10:08 PM UTC
summer sweaters and party weather
and now we’re standing in a dark room full 
of colors and we left our morals in the bowl 
with our only means of leaving. we started 
 singing lyrics to songs we didn’t know,
 but we got lost in the beat so nothing 
else really mattered; we became our own beat 
and you couldn’t help but smile at my 
mistakes because i laughed at yours. 
and when you leave, you couldn’t help
 but care for my safety and i couldn’t  
even make you smile but mine was sufficient 
enough. i can give you heaven, darling. 
and it’s just so hard to think when my brain 
is full of making pictures about how the sky
 would look in your eyes 
and how the ocean smells
 on your breathe and how the sun looks 
 when it alters your hair. tell me
 when it’s appropriate that i hold your skin
 without wandering wallowing away with 
nowhere to head but the top of mine.
 play with my words and pick out each syllable 
you hate and throw it in the ocean, i need to 
hear the waves speak to me at least once.
 hold on to my memories because 
i want your dna on them, i want to know what it 
feels like to intertwine you within my brain.
summer 2011. **** i thought you were the best thing that ever happened to me. what a gem
michael-capozzi
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May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 10:08 PM UTC
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