we can still be orphans

I’ve never been one for making deals or begging but if you would give life one more chance I promise I won’t let them hurt you. We can find a beat up engine for a couple hundred bucks or just strap our backpacks to the front of our bikes and we’ll ride until we can’t smell this town anymore. We’ll find the open fields where we spun around in circles and drew peace signs with our bodies in the dirt. We’ll drink from the creeks where we held hands on bridges and talked of drowning. We can sleep on every cliff where we thought of gravity. And flowers will be ours again. We can pick and choose and shy away with smiles and overlapping fingers. Forests can be home. We’ll pedal until we can’t find powerlines to stripe the canvas and until no sirens interrupt our beating silence. I promise I won’t ever let them find us again. But you have to keep your side of the bargain and keep breathing for a little while. 

I can’t blame you for hiding behind smoke from the end of the world.

~ by youngskeletons on July 26, 2008.