Betwixt You and I,
Rest two cups of cold chai,
And the Sun,
turning scarlet as it blushes and hides behind the houses.
Wispy hair o' mine that wavers around like sea weed,
And you don't brush it away,
Let it stray unto your face,
A shore welcoming a wave.
The crevices of concrete,
merge beneath our feet,
We sit there...obscure of the sickly warmth of stone,
and the humdrum of motion benath us.
Hearts that hold Penchants for one another,
The Quiet Betwixt us,The sweet Melancholy..
An uplifting Crescendo.
Rest two cups of cold chai,
And the Sun,
turning scarlet as it blushes and hides behind the houses.
Wispy hair o' mine that wavers around like sea weed,
And you don't brush it away,
Let it stray unto your face,
A shore welcoming a wave.
The crevices of concrete,
merge beneath our feet,
We sit there...obscure of the sickly warmth of stone,
and the humdrum of motion benath us.
Hearts that hold Penchants for one another,
The Quiet Betwixt us,The sweet Melancholy..
An uplifting Crescendo.
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