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those days. . . are far, far away. they sailed away as we grew up, they drifted further as we try to catch them back. it saddens me to know that we all grew up, far far away from what i love, from what i want. this reality. . . we can make it nothing but an illusion of jokes that we throw around so that it'd never happen.
i can see, the summer lake by the plank where we could have jumped off to catch the water with our bare bodies, between the innocent lies and wonders of the new found world, we could love and be loved.
i can see, the purple orange rays of the sky washing out the colors on the side of your face when you turn to examine your heart, with golden locks you'd open the door to a secret garden that we built.
i can see, so much, so much, so much of what could have been if i was there when you were.
i wish the junctures in our lives were rid of responsibility and filled with simplified intensity for the love that we have.
my heart pumps with yours, i wish it always had been. my body melt into yours, i wish it was always me. only you, only you can make me want to start my life over just to know that i'd meet you in a time when we can discover the world on our own.
only you, only you. nothing compares, i remember nothing from all the things i had written so much about. the emotions at that exact moment, those were just quick fading ashes fallen from a cigarette butt, poisonous, useless, wasteful, distractions. you are so much more, so much more to me. i wish you could say the same. but i know, i don't pull on your heart the same way.
i want to know your beauty like no one else. i will erase all my memories just to love you.
the reality. . .
i can see, the summer lake by the plank where we could have jumped off to catch the water with our bare bodies, between the innocent lies and wonders of the new found world, we could love and be loved.
i can see, the purple orange rays of the sky washing out the colors on the side of your face when you turn to examine your heart, with golden locks you'd open the door to a secret garden that we built.
i can see, so much, so much, so much of what could have been if i was there when you were.
i wish the junctures in our lives were rid of responsibility and filled with simplified intensity for the love that we have.
my heart pumps with yours, i wish it always had been. my body melt into yours, i wish it was always me. only you, only you can make me want to start my life over just to know that i'd meet you in a time when we can discover the world on our own.
only you, only you. nothing compares, i remember nothing from all the things i had written so much about. the emotions at that exact moment, those were just quick fading ashes fallen from a cigarette butt, poisonous, useless, wasteful, distractions. you are so much more, so much more to me. i wish you could say the same. but i know, i don't pull on your heart the same way.
i want to know your beauty like no one else. i will erase all my memories just to love you.
the reality. . .