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Backroad Memories 2 by marni

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Backroad Memories 2

Country

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Backroad memories, fold like worn denim jeans, Your fingers pressed warm on the curve of my hand.
The radio hummed low, a gravel-strewn tune, And that old Chevy whispered secrets with the land.
We didn't need words, just the hum of the night, With a wound hung crooked like a borrowed crown.
Every cracked windshield framed our reckless youth, And the miles drifted slow like leaves tumbling down.
Under that weathered porch swing, quiet sighs held tight, Secrets spelled soft like dew in morning light.
Backroad memories, they call me home again, Like wild jasmine's breath after the summer rain.
No sea clatter, no flashing signs above, Just stars to know the shape of our love.
Backroad memories, fading slow and bright, Carved deep where dusky wheels met the night.
Keep rolling in me, past fences and time, Backroad memories, yours and mine.
Your laugh cracked open like a jar of cheap wine, Filled in the hush between those southern pines.
We etched our names on a twisted old oak, With a creep bent sharp and water spoke.
The horizon stretched soft, but smokestacks have fought, But our world was small and lit by a distant star.
Every cracked detail, every faded scar, Keeps a story alive, no matter how far.
Porch chair creak, under a sigh grown deep, As night stitched us close, secrets eyes to keep.
Backroad memories, they call me home again, Like wild jasmine's breath after the summer rain.
No sea clatter, no flashing signs above, Just stars to know the shape of our love.
Backroad memories, fading slow and bright, Carved deep where dusky wheels met the night.
Keep rolling in me, past fences and time, Backroad memories, yours and mine.
The seas stand still, roots tangled in the past, Moments like ripples that refuse to cast.
Soft as worn boots, stepping over gravel and scone, Backroad memories, aren't just miles gone,
They haunt back old names, they call me home again.
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