Racing under traffic lights.
I'm so glad you're here tonight,
to cheat the fleeting time.
You press your finger tips on my lips.
Just listen to the beat of my heart as it skips.
Pull me in. I swear, no, I'm not coming up for air.
You are the answer that the question has to chase.
You are my echo.
-iamdavidcook
"echo"
1 comment:
oh man i love it.
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