A poem.
Unwritten on a page,
Waiting for someone to make it
Something incredible,
...
Everyone is dancing
talking, playing
throwing poppers on the ground
shooting Roman candles into the sky
...
There’s something intriguing about strangers
you’ll never see them again
There’s something fitting about this night
as I stand next to you
...
Running out of gas
right next to the tick
of the bomb
You promise you’ll
...
We spent all our days
Questioning reality
Defying stereotypes
Leaving true love in the dust…
...
This should be the last of my memories
But it’s not, and I’ll take the blame
I can’t let go of the moment
when I leapt from there to here
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We never look down
but we know we're luckier
than them
Lucky
...
I walk up the stairs
Been alone for a while
Tryin' to keep on the road
That's been there in front of me all of my life
...
I'll run and hide
And shut my eyes
In order to avoid you
...