The Hopeful Romantics

A new skin to hide my feelings in. Wear me well, you've got your stories to tell. I'm in your control. If all the remains of angst seep out onto the floor. Anguish, agony, tall tales. Last hope that conquers all, you wish yours arrived by train, plane or automobile.

She's in the car waiting by the doorway. She's standing by the fence. We're lazing by the grass and we're watching the sun go down. Time can disappear. Hours can travel. The hopeful romantics hoping they're lives can take a turn for the better when it might be for the worst. Again.

She's in the car waiting by the doorway. She's standing by the fence. We're lazing by the grass and we're watching the sun go down. Time can disappear. Hours can travel. The hopeful romantics hoping they're lives can take a turn for the better when it might be for the worst. Again.