Category Archives: Streets
Taphophile
There’s something beautiful about cemeteries. The comfortable silence, penetrated only by the feel of the misty rain on your face. The clouds block the sun, inviting you to take a better look at what has become of the world. Words
Taphophile
There’s something beautiful about cemeteries. The comfortable silence, penetrated only by the feel of the misty rain on your face. The clouds block the sun, inviting you to take a better look at what has become of the world. Words
You turn me inside out
Let’s meet in a dark alley and talk about it How your name is the only one I want to say out loud Uncontrollably How our bodies cast shadows on the walls Projecting our abstract thoughts How the rolling thunder
You turn me inside out
Let’s meet in a dark alley and talk about it How your name is the only one I want to say out loud Uncontrollably How our bodies cast shadows on the walls Projecting our abstract thoughts How the rolling thunder
The end of the world
I should have kissed you Right then and there I should have pulled you back As we ran through the rain I should have pulled you back Paused Stepped towards you and kissed you Right then and there In the
The end of the world
I should have kissed you Right then and there I should have pulled you back As we ran through the rain I should have pulled you back Paused Stepped towards you and kissed you Right then and there In the
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