(no subject)
*You traded me your secrets.
I traded you all of mine.
Sometimes when looking back now,
I wish I could say I'm sorry,
I'm thinking of me and you
back when things felt right...*
my words reverberate through time,
and let me in on those lesser-known secrets of hind-sight is 20/20.
effortless words were spewed with the kind of heartfelt municipality of a government office...
yet they were golden, for those few moments
in steamy cars and on cold back porches.
we treasured them and made irreverent posts on livejournal about them -
documenting the rise and fall of tremendous hearts.
the gravity of our spheres has hit me.
and i'm really sorry.
I traded you all of mine.
Sometimes when looking back now,
I wish I could say I'm sorry,
I'm thinking of me and you
back when things felt right...*
my words reverberate through time,
and let me in on those lesser-known secrets of hind-sight is 20/20.
effortless words were spewed with the kind of heartfelt municipality of a government office...
yet they were golden, for those few moments
in steamy cars and on cold back porches.
we treasured them and made irreverent posts on livejournal about them -
documenting the rise and fall of tremendous hearts.
the gravity of our spheres has hit me.
and i'm really sorry.