we keep this love in a photograph, we make these memories for ourselves. where our eyes are never closing, hearts are never broken. times were ever frozen still. so, you can keep me inside the pocket of your ripped jeans. holding me closer till our eyes meet. you wont ever be alone. wait for me to come home. when all the way, i will remember how you kissed me. under the lampost down on sixth street, hearing you whisper through the phone. wait for me to come home. ❤
Posted on: Sun, 23 Nov 2014 11:15:17 +0000
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