the wheels of the bus keep going round and round,
and we are nowhere to be found.
we'll generically lay in each others arms.
isolation and heartbreak are norms.
i can feel your steady heartbeat,
and you're obsessed with the neat.
your once heavy breaths abate,
and for some reason i have this horrid feeling that i'm late.
sloppy kisses,
and broken bridges,
but you're by my side,
for just one more night.
untitled; h.k
