the asphalt beneath our feet become soaked,
\nwith raindrops,<\/p>\n
the unwelcoming clouds,
\nbellow with thunder.<\/p>\n
yet,
\nhere i stand,
\nwarm & safe in your arms.<\/p>\n
each noisy, splashing step we take,
\nturns into white noise,<\/p>\n
along with the rest of the city.
\n
\nwith our hands tangled together,
\nwe only look like any other couple in the crowd.<\/p>\n
but to me,
\nas we enter the coffee shop,
\nand stand beneath the doorframe,
\nand listen as the bells chime,<\/p>\n
i realize,
\nwe are not just apart of the background noise.<\/p>\n
because you are my world.
\nwhen we live in a world of black & white,
\nwe are red.<\/p>\n
time comes to a stand still,
\nand just for a second,
\nstanding there,<\/p>\n
we aren’t white noise in the city,<\/p>\n
no.<\/p>\n
we are infinite,
\nright here,
\n& i want to spend infinity with you.<\/p>\n
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the asphalt beneath our feet become soaked, with raindrops, the unwelcoming clouds, bellow with thunder. yet, here i stand, warm & safe in your arms. each noisy, splashing step we take, turns into white noise, along with the rest of … Continue reading