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a lost nymph, a fairytale, roses burnt in an apocalypse, like a firehouse on a rainy day, and letters written behind a barricade, for a wonder-filled lover's lake, with paperboats that set to sail to the ends of dawn in ghostly towns, on empty roofs with poetry scratched out, romantic rage where love is often found.
when we sing lyrics everlost in these misty graves, reminiscing a summer we once lived all the way, i love you, my guitar riffs, i miss you, i forget to hit the higher octave, trust the kids that never comes back, anger your mother with everything you lack, a house of your own making awaits, i'm singing this song to you who's so afraid.
and may that city break your fall, may running away be finally worth it all, cause you and i live like nymphs lost in some fairytale, an old film shown on the big screen near our school's driveway, like we're firehouses burning down on a stormy day.
- a/n: it's been so long since i've been on wattpad, i don't even know if anyone still reads this book but here's another piece i wrote today after a very, very long time. and i like the way it feels apocalyptic almost. thank you for reading as always!
