Our hands are glued together, feet at the same pace as the sky grew darker- and it that moment, I swear I knew what if felt to be Kennedy.
From this time, it feels like I'm watching us from afar, across the street, sitting on a bench like some old man cliche.
Begging to hear myself and her voice.
But I promised
For her.
And memories as lights on a highway, flickering in and out, in and out of my vision, so close yet so far in my grasp.
If I could just reach a little further
She was a ride home
Purple eyes, piercing in the night sky
Why did I fall in love with Kennedy Hope?
Why?
Can I remember- if I do I'll let you know
I'll let you know.
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Mentions Of Kennedy
AléatoireIt was like he blinked and then she was gone. He took her for granted; only noticed the shadow in the schoolyard when it was too late. She is. She was. She simply spat fire and gazed at him with piercing eyes. Would he be too late? Only you would kn...
