the lights leave trails in the street.
maybe i'll revisit the memory one day
and make it sound like an adventure.
bolted from dreams like a cannonball.
dependant and everything else.
crossing your own guard.
sharing the truth
to an expression.
who knows what's running
through your head.
who knows if your mind
jumps at the mention of my name.
how come you do to my heart
what i seemingly don't do to yours?
passing days off.
filling them with hope.
crossing off thunder.
we looked up at the sun today
and felt the heat.
"we're so tired of you."
we treat everyone the same.
without knowing it.
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