"as the radio collides to the sound of our heartbeats"

Maybe i don't know how this goes.
thinking of witty romantic quotes.
creating facades.
hiding what i truly mean to say.
its frustrating.
Don't want to wait for that moment when the fireworks start to fade.
where the bright neon colors paint the black sky.
is left with only the palette.
as is the rush that was once felt.
all you can see now is smoke
all you can smell.
all that is heard, is applause.
beckoning the end.
dreams of "what-could've-beens".
id make it last forever.
if only i knew how to.


-O: