If i could, I would. Replay every moment with you. It wouldn't be repeat, it would be bliss. Among brake lights, sorrow slowly drips into your heart through a pinhole, just like a faucet that leaks, and there is comfort in the sound, but while you debate half empty or half full, it slowly rises ; your love is gonna drown...
if the sky falls on my head while i am chasing butterflies, so be it
every moment, every turning point, every romantic encounter in life, has been marked with a distinct song. our frailties, dreamy encounters and setbacks are always reflected with a soundtrack- a tune which brings us back, a button that allows us to freeze time and playback all those precious moments, good or bad.
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