this morning, you tuned my radio to your station.
and as the music began to escape from the speakers, i too, began to escape.
as the melodies continued to flow, our melodies intertwined.
unaware of the fact that we're so lyrically inclined.
no commercials, or advertisements, no pauses.
only continual music.
i must admit, i'm enjoying this.
as your hands wonder, you increase the volume.
feeling the music in my soul, deep inside.
weak, heart beating, "triple times"
the beat continues, your lyrics stop, as mines begin.
flowing to your music. increasing infatuation.
the song, becomes our song.
and it continues to play on,
and on,
and on,
and on,
..forever more, forever yours.
... because of the monsters under my bed .
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eyes swollen from
carrying the weight of
heavy tears.
nights swallowed by
the hauntings of ghosts
that aren't too friendly
misery likes to host
parties in m...
11 years ago
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