Lightening flashed but the sun still shone.
Leaves skipped in pirouettes across the painted pavement
and I smiled and thought they danced so sweetly
with the static concertos crooning through my speakers.
The violins, they screamed a story; the violas, they lamented love,
and the cello sorrowed for all that’s been lost,
but we fell long before the leaves did.
And I couldn’t help but marvel (when they finally came)
at the tiny globes of water
as they broke into hundreds against the plane of my windshield.
Day storms are the saddest kind.
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"I'm not gonna say anything inspirational; I'm just gonna fucking swear a lot." Billie Joe Armstrong
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and i've been getting a lot of those where i live >.<
well written, i like it
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of what I'm talking about.
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I usually don't get comments
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"You think we're dancing?"
"That's all we've ever done."
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You taste like ashes.
It all came tumbling out
on...that drive home. Haha.
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"You think we're dancing?"
"That's all we've ever done."
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You taste like ashes.
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