swaying with the train
with a piece of paper and a pen
your light illuminates the darkness
in the recesses of my brain
and I can't think
of what I used to do
before I ever met you
before I had you
now the summer sun
is sinking in the sky
blacking out the buildings
against a hazy sky
Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 9:59 PM UTC
swaying with the train
with a piece of paper and a pen
your light illuminates the darkness
in the recesses of my brain
and I can't think
of what I used to do
before I ever met you
before I had you
now the summer sun
is sinking in the sky
blacking out the buildings
against a hazy sky
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