thanks for the memories.

By hardlysinging

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thanks for the memories.
i fought the law but failed to lose the memories
writing stories about paper-thin promises
song of the trees...cigarette smoke and green tea kitkats
an enchanting love song to change my eyes (and your mind)
callused fingers and the pretty little lies in your eyes
our honeyed love is washing out the blues
enflamed memories, scratched records
a starlit world away from earth with you
dreams of wine-stained lips and naked hips
pages torn out of novels i never read
first chance summer and your name in constellations
i'm bleeding tears and lies you stole
kiss my smile and hold the gun
forever is us, or is it a write-off?
time and trust reflected in diamond lies
riptides in the ballroom of your memory
colors of your stinging kiss
a guiding star smile in the deep summer
dancing to the rhythm of misery
your lips hold her kiss, but my name
trying and dying in fading dreams
souls on the moon, hearts on our sleeves
we're choking on the perfect strangers we're becoming

small talk under the twilight lovers' moon

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By hardlysinging

and you listen to the whole song again just to hear that one line because it reminds you of me. of summer sun and bright blue swimming pools and cigarettes in trailers. of another time. don't act like you don't remember when you tapped on my window, sneaking in under the light of the moon and the shadows of the trees. stars blanketing a twilight sky and the early morning fog was the background of our mornings together. i remember the blinding stage lights i watched you play through, imprinted in my memory. they gave you a halo, made you look angelic. you were even more angelic when your lips were close to mine. sparks and fire and flaming desire, that was what we were. what happened? no more calls, no more us. i want to go back. i miss that. time to smile through the pain again, time to watch my heart break again, time to grit my teeth and talk to you even though it hurts worse than the hell of the fact that you loved me once. or you said you did. you wanted to. i'll never know the difference. small talk 'til we run out of words to say. this road only goes in circles. kind of like us.

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