that wasnt a very funny joke.
"you know what i like most about this song?"
she said, as the sun slightly falling down, reaching the tip of the horizon on the water. reaching down to scratch her leg, she explained.
"i like the sound of lust, and the feeling of coming again. we stared at the raging russions, as they bounced to the music flowing through their ears.
"oh dear" she thought. oh dear was right. oh dear.
we finished our road trip with memories, from last year. "remember when...." thinking of this, crying over that. good memories, bad times. they are done. they have passed.
with our new croched shirts, and our flashes going off in the parking lot. no idea. no answers. many questions. beautiful songs, beautiful days, with our teas half way gone, sat up on our car. forgotton. still there, neglected.
youre away. and im missing you to death. we started out on the road. we finished with a text. they needed you to run. we needed you to hide. but still in bed, you thought. its all real. its so intriging. i cant take my eyes away. i dont want to. but yet. i still do. i still stay.
you end up walking in with your flip flops, and bottled water. its the only thing right. but i can barely look at you. but i still do. why? why not.
why not
she said, as the sun slightly falling down, reaching the tip of the horizon on the water. reaching down to scratch her leg, she explained.
"i like the sound of lust, and the feeling of coming again. we stared at the raging russions, as they bounced to the music flowing through their ears.
"oh dear" she thought. oh dear was right. oh dear.
we finished our road trip with memories, from last year. "remember when...." thinking of this, crying over that. good memories, bad times. they are done. they have passed.
with our new croched shirts, and our flashes going off in the parking lot. no idea. no answers. many questions. beautiful songs, beautiful days, with our teas half way gone, sat up on our car. forgotton. still there, neglected.
youre away. and im missing you to death. we started out on the road. we finished with a text. they needed you to run. we needed you to hide. but still in bed, you thought. its all real. its so intriging. i cant take my eyes away. i dont want to. but yet. i still do. i still stay.
you end up walking in with your flip flops, and bottled water. its the only thing right. but i can barely look at you. but i still do. why? why not.
why not