Dawson Lane.

George.

The five o'clock morning air was never so clear, and my head was never so cloudy. We make our way down Dawson Lane in a silence that says everything you never could. Once you held your place firmly in my mind, but now your shifting like sand, and I don't have a beach bucket. The saddest part of all is that we're both perfectly fine with this. I know I should try to say words to make you feel like you should stay. I know I should strap you down to keep you here, but bondage was never really our thing. They say love is the best feeling you can have but i always thought those butterflies and goosebumps stung worse than the back of your hand. Luckily on this five o'clock morning, as we drive together down Dawson Lane one last time our extinguished flame never made me feel so free. This story will never be quite what I want it and you'll never have exactly what I need so lets call it even and enjoy the fresh air.

Author's Note

i should make it longer.

the picture is of my friend taylor.

Reviews

[Zatoichi]

I'm gonna write a poem about Chloe and George one day.
Never mind we've never met-
the names are simply aliases anyway,
another way of saying Love and Regret.

you're an inspiration

[Hedra Helix]

first of all, that last line f*****g rocks some socks off, you're good at last lines


okay now:
I know I should try to say words to make you feel like you should s(t?)ay. I know I should strap you d