well, the songs you sung spiraled and hung round like echoes or ripples on a pond. you circled the globe, spent a year on the road without ever going home more than a couple of days, then you leave right away to run to a man you barely know, but you like how he sings and you can't help but think that there is something that he knows and could teach ( Read more... )

it feels like lightning running through my veins
every time i look at you

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we fight so much without ever saying a word to one another. we're kind so much to our commons and our solitude. maybe a hundred years later we'll learn to just fall- without so much noise; without flashes and strikes ( Read more... )

Travis,

and you lick (your wounds).
and you kick yourself into deception.
an army to protect you from knowing the truth.

regards,

Jared

p.s. actually, my name had nothing to do with you.

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it took two years, but my heart was finally open.

maybe in another two years. maybe never again.