Juxtaposed.
I remember many moods that night. Sorrow for distant hearts was the prevalent one.
She and I hanging on telephone wires that only exist during night time. Hers never came. Mine came too late.
We both smiled, pretending that inside we weren't breaking.
She and I hanging on telephone wires that only exist during night time. Hers never came. Mine came too late.
We both smiled, pretending that inside we weren't breaking.