[March 2024]
121
picking up the evidence
found a monster in my car, what a interesting development
It must be — a figment —of my imagination
Just a token of chance,
I must be seeing something
But to find the angel number on the door and think nothing of it
is to denying the plausibility of our perfection
Oh how those rainy midnight car rides left me dazed in the scent of you and rain water puddles
For what was only half a decade felt like a lifetime away from you.
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Something something something
Funnel cakes and whip cream
a bunch of lyrics of roses and a lot of caffeine
and I don’t know how to order a drink
But we’ll walk around Texas and let the memories take over
Listen to the nostalgia, hold on…. play that song over
touching your hand pulls me through a tunnel
taking a walk through the garden, rest my head on your shoulder
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you aren’t allowed to deny the synchronicity’s
We dont need to touch
we dont even hold hands
But I know you feel it too
so don’t make me follow you
because I know you feel it too
You just won’t let me love u
but I pull the woods into the garden
Lay on the bermuda, talk about our feelings
and and the sun goes down and I say “good morning”










