Friday, May 28, 2010

I threw myself off your cliffs
But you caught me in your the wind
Saved me from

Or should we just cut to the chase;
nights of coffee and cigarettes
walking in the moonlit street
the silence replying
our footsteps
with echoes.

Could I walk you to the door
Could I say goodnight with the best intentions?

I never want those drives to end.

Seeing you walk away makes me want this even more.

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