and the moon flyin high in a reflection
- Feb. 16, 2015, 1:31 a.m.
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[piano interlude]
and the band jamming
can’t you feel it
she said
as she grabbed my hand
in hers
and we ran
she ran, i followed
before i could say a word
she put her finger to my
mouth
and if i closed my eyes
i would hear her here
or there
or a thousand miles gone
and when i finally smiled
she grinned
and said
now its perfect
you’re beautiful
and i’d always reply
stranger
and i admit freely
she stole my every
word
except for the ones like
this
that i would write
moments
nights
years later
Silverstar46 ⋅ February 16, 2015
Oh, wow. I really like this! I wish I still wrote like this. I feel like I've lost it though. Lost the magic and hope that gave me words to help me fly away.