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some nights i feel like i could walk forever down endless streets lined with leaves that rarely get to dance alongside the curb anymore, except when the still sky comes back alive, just to leave them to gently settle back down to the ground, breathless and somehow hopeful.
i'm almost jealous of their grace.
driving in your car tonight, you can only see what lies directly ahead of you; captured in the beam of the headlights. and looking back, the whole world seems dark enough to be completely empty.
& right now, it doesn't even matter.
because somewhere, she's strumming on heartstrings and writing the most beautiful lines. while i'm still searching for the right words, her effortlessness shines.
& i never want to forget.
so i'll keep a pen and paper in my pockets and nightstands to write down the things that most people swear they'll remember when they get home or wake up.
& i'll sing my secrets to you.
i'm almost jealous of their grace.
driving in your car tonight, you can only see what lies directly ahead of you; captured in the beam of the headlights. and looking back, the whole world seems dark enough to be completely empty.
& right now, it doesn't even matter.
because somewhere, she's strumming on heartstrings and writing the most beautiful lines. while i'm still searching for the right words, her effortlessness shines.
& i never want to forget.
so i'll keep a pen and paper in my pockets and nightstands to write down the things that most people swear they'll remember when they get home or wake up.
& i'll sing my secrets to you.