i look intently at her face.
she blushes and brushes
the hair out of her eyes.
the sun shines off
her golden hair,
causing her face to glow.
she tells me to stop
staring and shyly
turns to gaze out
the window. i see
her reflection as she
closes her eyes
and exhales. i can
see her smiling but
i know she won't
admit it. she peeks
over her shoulder
but denies that she
cares if i leave the room
or not. i get up to leave
and she quickly grabs
my hand. she pulls me
close, kisses me, and we
stare out together.
this is a couple months old, it's called i guess i can wait
this is a couple months old, it's called i guess i can wait
we are the brand new beatniks. we are the down and outers.
we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.

we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.
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you need to break lines somewhere. well, i do. personal preference/style.
we are the brand new beatniks. we are the down and outers.
we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.

we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.
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