nightlake

Why are we so far apart? Why don’t these tired arms sprout wings and carry me to you? SMS takes too long to run to you, travelling through stale air and over rusty telephone lines. I wish I could put this beating heart on a paper airplane and fly it to you, it’s been so long since I’ve held you. Wish I could send you the BPM, put a pulse out for you. Always a sky full of stars, I know you’ve got the same ones as I do, but even if you didn’t, even if there was an ocean between us, I’d be the first on The Orient to see those twinkling lights on the nightlake with you.

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