The park is lonely but inviting.
We run around jumping off slides and swings, pretending we are 6 because it's more fun then being 17.
Someone whispers, hands grab, they run off into the blanket of darkness.
as she silently congratulates his ability to break her heart.
Music is blaring, speakers vibrating, the dance off continues.
We hop in the back of a not so used razor.
Laughter escapes threw the hum of the motor, as accents roll off our tongues as if their are meant to be there.
Screaming like this is our last 5 minutes on earth.
we don't want to spend it with anyone else.
We're watching a game that went south way faster then we thought, but we jump on board because we don't want to be left alone.
Thoughts fly, painting beautiful colors on the white walls of the basement, I grab a few and put them in my pocket. Their safer there.
A ping pong ball sails across the table, as a faint glow of lust engulfs the room and everyone in it.
Outside, the stars reach down and entwine our hands, because we're to lazy to reach up and shake there's.
It's nights like theses that make me wish my heart was broken.
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That closing line gave me chills.
ReplyDeleteplease let me steal every bit of this.
ReplyDelete"she silently congratulates his ability to break her heart"
"pretending we are 6 because it's more fun then being 17."
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She silently congratulates his ability to break her heart.
ReplyDelete#stolen and my favorite blog post yet congrats <3333
Outside, the stars reach down and entwine our hands, because we're to lazy to reach up and shake there's.
ReplyDelete#stolen lol another
accents roll off our tongues as if they're are meant to be there.
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