we were following the sound of footsteps
I, yours, you mine.
I was hanging there wanting to be caught
they were
Afraid for us, when i finally wasn't scared to feel what was quaking inside.
and we froze our moments in time with the Polaroids scattering.
This is us; running away. Fleeing.
Peter pan complex in full, only hurting for each others love.
why does this hurt so good?
It is only then, when i know you are mine.
we're shinning here in the dark
I am open.
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