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you are beautiful but you don't belong to anyone.
all those nights, that bed, that ceiling,
those windows over looking the bay-
were they ever really ours?
we're only given a handful of years
to be this young and selfish.
we can't be wasting them
looking for something real.
we take what we are offered.
like a new drug or lust or ride home when it is cold.
i miss you in october
when the days start to shrink
and the only thing left to do
is sleep until the spring.
all those nights, that bed, that ceiling,
those windows over looking the bay-
were they ever really ours?
we're only given a handful of years
to be this young and selfish.
we can't be wasting them
looking for something real.
we take what we are offered.
like a new drug or lust or ride home when it is cold.
i miss you in october
when the days start to shrink
and the only thing left to do
is sleep until the spring.