Let the nights slide down a dark hole Tears are whispiring to the ripped soul. Let them fall, Let them scramble on your cheek. Making there way to say goodbye. All the times we spent listening to the jukebox rock the sky. Dancing the stars away. Breaking away from our hopeless thoughts. For every night spoken we held a heart half broken. Time to heal this before we go down with a fist. My mind trails back to Butterflies dancing in the moonlight. Kicking dirt at our great escape . Setting back the clock in middle of may. Pretending im crazy even though im okay. Stealing home plate in a baseball game. Being tucked in for a goodnight prayer. This is just one of those days that remind me of butterflies dancing in moonlight. its tuesday time to make new memories. You can't stop time when its based on a ticking clock .Lets admit that these were the memories who make us all. My mind races back to when I was 12. authority had no control, Letting go of life was the only way to hold onto it. I know the'll bring me down again to memories fallign to pieces. Twinkling stars in late of of day speaking to a twelve year old dreaming heart. Cause life floats away like a flutterbye dancing in the gray of the moonlight. For every night time story. The moonlight Sprinkles blessings to our sight.
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