| | you be the rhythm, ill be the beat
New York City is supposed to be magical during the holiday season. All of the movies agree to that point, and the crowds of overexcited tourists would swear a testimonial to the idea. The city is bundled with hope and wishes coming true and the revelation of the best in people.
I imagine a city emblazoned with crystal, and moments when the rest of the world fades away, leaving behind the translucence of the secrets of life. It makes ever little thing make sense, and every mistake we made in the past is given reason.
Your breathing resonates with the rhythm of your life. Your heart beats with the bass of your existence.
Our souls entwine. The dance makes the melody.
Like the first snow of winter settling upon the tip of your tongue, you melt my world away with every breath you take.
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| | Posted 11/29/2008 11:44 PM - 1 View - 0 eProps - 0 comments
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