Wednesday, September 16, 2009

travels through time

Look past the dandelions and the tumbleweeds. The wrotten stories of the past, and the murky waters we hide our darkest sharkes in. Look past the flowers you know will wilt in time, and hold your head up high darling. once you look down, you'll sink fast in the quicksand that dots our land of love. Light up a cigarette and slip into the great unknown.

Dont worry baby, I've got your hand. I've held it through the brightest of sunshine, and I'll hold onto it in the most atrocious of storms.

I picked up a glimmer of home tonight, I know you've noticed me carrying it around. It shimes straight through my jean pocket. I'll split the glimmer of hope in have and we can start fresh. Become the lvers we once knew, all those years ago. When we balanced beamed the railroad tracks in out secret narnia.

You are unlike the rest, and the magnetism of your heart to mine is incredable. I think we can float on quite alright with the butterflies and the rocks skipping across the water of courage.

Our story has boundless chapters, and magical instances of things that take us back. Remember when the lightning danced around us, and the wind blew our kisses into the sky? I traveled across the globe, and I think I caught all of them as the decended back onto earth. My collection is patiently awaiting your arival, when they will lay with us amongst the folds of the quilt we made love on.

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