people are people
seven billion people
but
but
you're the one
in seven billion
people are people
but
you're the smoke from the campfire
that doesn't go away
it hangs in your hair
seeps into your skull
slowly making its way to your soul
because
people are people
but
you're the one
seeping into my soul
only to slowly disappear
disappear
disappear to come back
back
you came back
because
people are people
This took me back to summer nights and star gazing and camping and it was nice to escape for a minute. Thanks.
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ReplyDeleteit hangs in your hair, seeps into your skull
slowly making its way to your soul"
I hear this. People are people.
Woah woah woah. This. This is great.
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