damaged goods worth the time. a birds eye view and tons on your mind. fishing for details that can't be found between the lines. a summery breeze washing out the spring dust, a winters chill and everything falls silently, no rush. organically grown the flowers do sprout, love into your heart, i hope, because you spoke it with your mouth. and as the sun does drum along our days heating your imagination, is it still the very same? tempted and already fallen, this winter shall be warm. and uttered words of our salvation, this summer could be ours. rain may fall on our blue sky but it wouldn't really matter. an effort and drive that flatters just about anything, a scent in the air i smelt just the other day. reflections of you dropped into my eyes and i remembered everything, your lips. the sand. the sky. sincere moments of passion and yes a decibel so rad. memories pricking the hands of time and slapping out anything restricting, resolved yet closed. open yet hidden. wanting and longing for something right there within my reach yet still miles away and i'd hate too breech such everlasting spark. like the moth to the flame and the lamb to the lion, however we have an equal affair - same field - same uniform, but i can't tell if you'll fake left and go right for the hills. let's just sit. a moment longer. i've got all the time in the world. but we could stroll into nowhere, and with you it would ideally become our somewhere.
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