We drowned out the voices in our hearts that our love had run its course, for this night at least the old music played louder than the truth that beat beneath our shirts, and as the stars melted into morning we smiled at the old stories and left our love hanging in the air as we embarked alone on our tomorrows. xx Atticus
We drowned out the voices in our hearts
that our love had run its course,
for this night at least
the old music played louder
than the truth that beat beneath our shirts,
and as the stars melted into morning
we smiled at the old stories
and left our love hanging in the air
as we embarked alone
on our tomorrows.
xx Atticus