I don’t need the sun and the moon to tell me what to do, as long as I have you.
Jon Walker
Is it foreshadowing or is it the end of an era?
The sound of the music is split in two with my headphones. One ear is always focused on the background and the other ear is all of your replacements.
I miss the crows on your face, the roses on your vest, the smoke in your eyes. Crosses where lips should have met, and stealing fake kisses in front of very real crowds.
Can we go back to drinking smoothies and playing for tips, taking vocal lessons and only singing very quietly, late late late at night. It was always one of those nights. It’s never one of those nights anymore.
Remember doe eyes and pet salamanders and being too good at writing words. Someone made me fall in love with anagrams and pseudonyms. Someone else made me fall in love with accents.
That time he wrote, “I think a butterfly just flew out of my mouth at the thought of you,” and she just agreed.
Prattle Peach 