(Listen to Space song by beach house)
I wonder when the wind blows by
And the rivers are high
When the world ends, and the apocalypse rise
Will you still have that faraway look in your eyes?
My brown eyed girl, you have it right
You know, even then, that I'll be on your side
Lost, in your faraway eyes...
-were you ever lost? Was she ever found?
YOU ARE READING
High on Nicotine ~poetry~
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