those thirty miles were our last
you went too far
never looked back
my shoes were small
my steps were few
i got tired of chasing
the idea
of you
let's just be memories
gray skies and car rides
i'll be your stranger
and you can be mine
distance suits us best.
Storytelling
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
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