martes, 27 de enero de 2009

The day that saved us

walking down the street that we grew up in
but today is not the same

it's like a different town, a different place, a different name

I kick my heels against the curb throw a stone to where you lived
hoping
I'll see you again
hope is low

will you show?


and I remember, the day that saved us

the way you kissed me and the salt it filled my eyes

and we remember, our californa
the night we slept along the shore and washed away


[...]
my
blood flows faster with every thought of everything that happened here
it takes the pain away


-Automatic Loveletter-




IsaTaubenfeld.

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