vivid as if I was still there, i remember your face the last moments you had are moments I can’t erase i don’t know who you were, young man in the red polo i just know your death was no way for a person to go we pressed on your chest, tried to get air in your lungs two fingers on your wrist praying for a thump your eyes started to close and we felt our hearts drop until help arrived we still didn’t stop pressing on your chest, pumping air in your lungs i held your hand and prayed and prayed that help would come
When the sun goes down Miss Lindsay Brown Gets in a car and slips away. Frantically she's searching for The one good thing that she’d addore No not a bore just just one more No not a chore just just one more She’d say. Flashingly the lights do flick Brains bash and flip - a pointy stick Bloods rush and trip, a flying ship Just just the thing she just can’t grip One more one more and I'll bite my lip She’d say...
I saw you- there on the street your hand on her face too intimate a gesture between colleagues when I asked, you said it didn't mean anything Now, every word you've ever said lives on in that vacuum of meaningless anythings
The miles between Your face unseen Your touch not felt The hand we’re dealt Forbidden dream The space between Your heart and mine Can’t cross the line Out of touch We want too much Cruel trick of time A mountain to climb A love so strong Can’t be wrong Even with the distance
17 years or 6,210 days or 149,040 hours or 8,941,136 minutes or 536,457,600 seconds
that's how long i've lived and how long i’ve been on this earth i'm officially 17
numerically speaking-- that's a long-ass time realistically, i blinked and it happened a flash, and here i am i know i have many years ahead and many sleepless nights in my bed but i feel so incredibly old
what feels like 2 seconds ago i was going into high school and...