Friday, August 12, 2011

On Repeat

Myself, I could be,

no judge, just free,

with he, repeat.

My heart, my love.

He was my electric feel, no time to pretend, until time changed us.

Back to black.

Are you gonna leave me now, can't you be believing now?

Repeat we hit.

Balcony talks we'd remininsce, drinks with my old friend.

Nostalgia of the tall cans and doobies,

the rain was the beat, the mud at our feet,

We danced freely.

Now just me... And the music he left me...on repeat.

~Yours Truly

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