just one step and it was yesterday’s past
beautifully care.less words already forgotten
(maybe we can store them neatly in a time capsule
and hope they will never be discovered)

but you know those words are all truths behind lies
like the feelings you hide beneath your skin
(and i know because you tell a story every night while
tangled within thin white sheets and
your lips are moving fervently)

i never remember what you say because it’s so easy
to fall asleep with your storylines engraved in my heart
(and try to forget-)
and maybe then it’ll just be a dream of yesterday’s past
so i don’t have to acknowledge your presence
(because you smell like spring and fall and everything all together)

&sometimes you touch the side of my wrist and remind me
of your heart tattooed inches below my skin and yours
(i know you can feel the blood rushing through our veins
but you never say anything about it)
it’s burning whitehot inside our souls
while we balance our lives between heaven and hell

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