There are broken records, spinning round at the bar
And I hear your tune, your voice— a sweetened melody
Repeating again and again, making my heart dazed
It was as sweet as the time I met you...
Without the hardened layers...
And the facades...
The sun rises in the east whilst I go down to the westward blazes—
Bleeding and screaming for a love I will always rest
In my sleeves, in my sweatshirt that you love
And I will always keep on thinking...
Is this love ours, the two of us...
Or is it only mine?
In the moonlight, I shall be bare and close my eyes
With the breeze of a love I will always keep on feeling, chasing—
Bleeding hearts, tattered blue jeans, I shall not
Lose this feeling of ours...
The two of us, chasing...
Or only mine...
— vieauty
records spinning round at the bar — fiction
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professional sick in bed idiot, Female
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