Bohemianpoets.
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Counting the tree’s that spin past during a road trip, it seems each one passes into the ashes and the colours in the sky change.
Rolling the window down, the wind trickles through…
My long black hair waves through the air, brushing past your cheeks
Laughter spreads between the creases of your lips
You’ll turn to kiss my shoulder and I’ll rest my head on yours.
Staring at the road ahead between darkening eyelids like blinders
Your voice will narrate the way home
5:29pm.
by *bohemianpoets
Dreaming a sleep next you and I’m feeling like a lost little girl on a brand new cloudCounting the tree’s that spin past during a road trip, it seems each one passes into the ashes and the colours in the sky change.
Rolling the window down, the wind trickles through…
My long black hair waves through the air, brushing past your cheeks
Laughter spreads between the creases of your lips
You’ll turn to kiss my shoulder and I’ll rest my head on yours.
Staring at the road ahead between darkening eyelids like blinders
Your voice will narrate the way home
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I can’t forget anything.
The trouble with me is I think it’s all worth remembering
A winter dress worn in autumn coloured day
A weeping boy sitting in the armchair of a barbershop, he has melted sweets in his hand.
A Deer roaming through the rainforest at 1am
The first time I laid eyes on you, the moment you asked of my name
I forgot everything else
10:42am
by *bohemianpoets
I won’t forget you know,I can’t forget anything.
The trouble with me is I think it’s all worth remembering
A winter dress worn in autumn coloured day
A weeping boy sitting in the armchair of a barbershop, he has melted sweets in his hand.
A Deer roaming through the rainforest at 1am
The first time I laid eyes on you, the moment you asked of my name
I forgot everything else
