You told me to never stop trying.

The words rolled off your tongue like dew from leaves.


Filled with life and screaming.

Careful, cautiuos, gentle.

But now I'm stuck with this pencil, etched between two

sheets. This train ride, it can't keep you and I all love

and laughter. This distance, I'd walk it and you could

be my cruth forever. And I'm not giving up, from this

letter I do pour, I write, "Please wait up tonight,"

signed the Jersey Shore.



You told me not to let you have me.

The words caught both your lips no matter

How many kinks are in these tracks,

The clouds will never stop rolling due east.



This train ride, it can't keep you and I all love and

laughter. This distance, I'd walk it and you could

be my cruth forever. And I'm not giving up, from

this letter I do pour, I write, "Please wait up tonight,"

signed the Jersey Shore.

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