Goddammit

March 31, 2014

Instead of holding hands

Let's link pinkies

make promises we know can't be kept

Let's read pretentious books

Live better dreams then than the wildest ones dreamt

Let's get drunk off stolen glances

Get tipsy from each others lips after high school dances

Kiss me goddammit

This might be one of our only chances

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