We had sat in the front seat of his '77 Camaro
Reclined under an old knitted blanket
Wine covering our sorrows
Singing our old favorite tunes
Laughter had filled that old car
And tears streamed down our faces
We had sat together until dawn broke
And our lilac dreams covered the sky
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ramblings
Poetryto be free with your thoughts to take comfort in your mind to be as changing as the shifting sands to open your mind to light to ramble on about things unsaid to look back over the tides to understand the ramblings of your mind that is to truly writ...
