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Yas & Øystein

There's a story to be told in these quarters.
Be that lagoon blue, or hellish red.
A myth turned reality in spite of dissorder.
Was it something she heard or something he said?

Play with the thought that god doesn't like us.
And baby, i could not care for the rest.
It's you and me and figuring out our lust.
From insecurity and fear, we managed to make something unique out of this mess.

We bonded on a dreamlike level.
Transitioning from kids to adults.
Felt like water shaping a beach of pebbles.
Feels weird and new and scary and yet, it's nobodys fault.

Maybe you were a bitch and i was an asshole that time and we meant it.
But my blood boils at the sight of your exposed chest.
It just hurts sometimes that you cant read my mind and shit.
When it's time to fly we'll leave with spread wings from our nest.







Bunden vers (Rim) av Francisco Javier
Läst 132 gånger
Publicerad 2020-07-27 16:35



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