Three months, Three hundred miles, too late.

Three months, Three hundred miles, too late.

A Poem by Aurora Boreyalis
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i dont really know where this came from, i just got inspiration to write a song?

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In this town, how i have missed you,

the longing of your breath, the words you speak

so softly

drifting farther apart, you have a secret not yet told

300 miles apart i hold on

my abscence has made us grow apart

a letter or two a week has narrowed to a wait

i fear for  the worst between us, love

dont leave yet

soon, i will be back

back to you

 

In this town, oh how i have missed you,

the longing of your breath, the words you speak

so softly, they drift

 

3 months and 300 miles 'til the last letter

"it's too late" was the end of what was the beginning,

you slipped away like the seasons and myself is to be blamed

 

In this town, oh how i miss you,

the phantom of your breath, the words you spoke

so softly, they drift. now to someone else...

 

© 2010 Aurora Boreyalis


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Aurora Boreyalis
ignore spelling and suckishness

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Aurora Boreyalis
Aurora Boreyalis

Where the wild things are, MN



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:) well my name is Bree im an artist. love to paint and express myself through anything possible.. i love music, any kind (except opera and jazz). i love my friends they're like family. i have no clue.. more..

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