The love stories we will write will be epic
The love stories we will write will be unrequited
Full of desire
Fleeting touches in stolen hallways glances round corner breathing in quite rooms
The love stories we will write will have the moon
Tall grasses
A single tree hot summer nights clear water rain
The love stories we will write will have long dresses crowns balconies vines
Motorcycles leather oil blood
Long walks letters ink propriety
Touching palms
They will be ours
We will write them with concrete
Patches of park grass
Whiskey
Bar stools
Rooftops
We live our long walks late at night
Our stolen glances over subway platforms
See our moon through skyscrapers
The love stories we live are epic
We write them through these streets
Spring 2014
The love stories we will write will be unrequited
Full of desire
Fleeting touches in stolen hallways glances round corner breathing in quite rooms
The love stories we will write will have the moon
Tall grasses
A single tree hot summer nights clear water rain
The love stories we will write will have long dresses crowns balconies vines
Motorcycles leather oil blood
Long walks letters ink propriety
Touching palms
They will be ours
We will write them with concrete
Patches of park grass
Whiskey
Bar stools
Rooftops
We live our long walks late at night
Our stolen glances over subway platforms
See our moon through skyscrapers
The love stories we live are epic
We write them through these streets
Spring 2014