down the street i'm the girl next door.

all the times we shared, the decisions we thought would matter. Walking down the street; surrounded by material, all we cared about was each other. The taste doesn't matter, the cotton wrapped around your frame means little in the end. Because it was the soft beat of your heart, the distance between us that was never more than a few inches, the vision of open hearts bleeding out into the air, telling each other things that words alone cannot portray. It's not the colour of my nail polish they will remember, nor the cracking of the plastic cover on your new cd case. Its us, it's the feeling of the unknown, that hesistant step before the cliff face. You and i, and everything that makes up what we are.