it was old emotion
brought me back to you
god, do you remember?
we've got history
i dreamed of you, of hands in hands
the taste of salt and leaving
oh, i felt it from the start
heavy history
i can't shake the image
of a boy in blue and hands in hands
and girls in teal and scarlet
making history
if patience is a virtue, love
i'm heaven-bound and hoping
paradise is a boy in blue
and we've got heavy history
YOU ARE READING
where the roads don't go
Poetryin·tro·spec·tion noun \ˌin-trə-ˈspek-shən\ : the process of examining your own thoughts or feelings
