Faint Lines | On Hold

❧ three

tangled sheets, whispered memories

you still remember those days when 

your crimes were just unheard felonies, 

like cherry blossoms in the midst of spring
 
your heart blooms in front of movie screens, 

and lights, oh they remind you of home

and stars far across from the shore, 

where you lay down, 

feet touching the sands

do you remember that night
 
we walked hand in hand?

or am I just nostalgic for your unheard soul 

for I didn't realize I missed sunset

while I was thinking of home?

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