Tuesday

dead daydreaming 

Sitting here, dreaming of how it would be.

We used to smile forever. 
We would hike till our feet would bleed. 
We would talk till our lungs would stop. 

We would dance into the next century, so gentle so nice, remember that? 
You were wearing blue and me in white. 
We danced forever, into the sunlight.

You would gaze into my eyes till you went numb. 
I’m just sitting here, dreaming of how it would be. 

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