Friday, November 11, 2011

6: Heat and Coldness

When it scares me to touch you and disturb those silent stares. When finally time teaches us, that nothing ever lasts. When everything you say, and I say, are just tired, abrasive words. When space becomes more than those breaks between our bodies and our love grows tired and cold. When together becomes a distance too far to even reach. When I start to let the tears fall and you don't even see.

Remember who we are, and how we were. And hold me, just hold me.

We'll come back together-- how we were that night we ran along the endless streets of this dirty city, hand in hand.

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